This is a song about "Livin in the hood"

Livin in the thrill, got me askin "is it real?"

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

If theres a time that in the hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

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

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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