This is a song about "Living in the hood trying to survive"

To survive for the best, yet die in its darkness.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

From hollywood to the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I'm just living trying to get by

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

We will never die, we are forever alive

The hard life is something hard to survive