This is a song about "Josh bad child hood grows up amazing"

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

Pockets probably like fried food

Woke up in a fuckin bad mood

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

But to emcees up on the tracks i'm runnin' this amazing race,

And i ended up being the bad guy,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

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

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood