This is a song about "Niggaz in the hood"

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

But the hood was always in my heart

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook