This is a song about "I know youll rather see me locked up instead of beeing out in my hood"

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Akon hollering at me "locked up wont let me out"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Shudder when i see others embrace instead of us

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,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,