This is a song about "Living in the hood fucking shit up"

As the pharoah in the barrow living

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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