This is a song about "Hood life"

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

My nigga, no hook

From hollywood to the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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