This is a song about "Me in the hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Hopin' that my niggas see

I got the hood behind me