This is a song about "Life in the hood"

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

With so many others still stuck in the hood