This is a song about "I do this for my hood"

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

Not just for new orleans, i do this for every ghetto,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

So, just tell me something about yourself

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still