This is a song about "In the hood"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

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

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood