This is a song about "My hood"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch