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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Burrowed out in victory for somebody i don't see seeing me

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

Never thought that i'd withdraw them with the next woman

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

Shudder when i see others embrace instead of us

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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

Youll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard