This is a song about "My hood"

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

And i dare that nigga lil' wayne to come to my hood

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch