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

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

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

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

Fuck with me and youll wake up in a pitch black pit

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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