This is a song about "Niggas in the hood"

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

But the hood was always in my heart

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I send my niggas through your hood