This is a song about "I got shit got back up shot back in da hood is crazy niggaz not even lacking"

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I got a lot of them, watch me back 'em up

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Im not jay-z but i guess i got my swagger back

Cause this is my game, i rose and got back up now what do you say?, you get no love/

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill