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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

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

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

All this bad shit i did be messin up my mind

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Must be the sickness that grows inside cancer patients,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Never though i’d want to be recognized so bad/

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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