This is a song about "Hustling in the hood"

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat