This is a song about "Living in the hood"

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Living in the matrix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

As the pharoah in the barrow living

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.