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

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Times is hard homie in this economic recession

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good