This is a song about "Living in the hood"

You can hear it in my lyrics

Living in the matrix

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

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

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

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

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would