This is a song about "Niggaz in the hood"

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

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

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

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

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would