This is a song about "Niggas in da hood"

I don't live in the hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit