This is a song about "Leaving 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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

People always dying in the hood, stood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

But the hood was always in my heart