This is a song about "In hood life"

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

But the hood was always in my heart

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would