This is a song about "Hustling in the hood"

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

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood