This is a song about "Hard times in the hood"

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

She gotta hold her head up high

Lie about the rough times hard days but why

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

But the hood was always in my heart

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood