This is a song about "Livin in the hood"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

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

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

To liberate yourself, africa