This is a song about "In the hood getto"

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

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