This is a song about "Hustling in the hood"

If ya see me in the hood don't think i can't leave

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood