This is a song about "Memories of the hood"

I'm not the only one with these memories

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Reminisce on 'hood memories, we had the rank same,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

My childhood was full of bad memories

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Throw the old memories away, all of those were yesterday!

My nigga, no hook

I don't live in the hood

One day we should all be revived of these bad memories; the undoubted power of humanity.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

From hollywood to the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good