This is a song about "Kids rollin up in the hood"

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

I gotta cadillac rollin up to fon du lac feelin up my girl in back,

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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