This is a song about "In the hood and life"

With so many others still stuck in the hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I don't live in the hood

She got that good good