This is a song about "Longs nights in the hood struggle pain"

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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