This is a song about "Hood struggles"

Call the crib, same number same hood

This information is vital, look

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Back when the mc's expressed their life and life's running struggles//

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood