This is a song about "I grew up in the hood"

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Man i grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Grew up in both the ghetto n the boondocks

I’m tryna be low key

I grew up in nola city,

I don't live in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look