This is a song about "Hood struggles"

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Showed your lil' ass look

From hollywood to the hood

N d struggles already lost at battle gate/

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

This information is vital, look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,