This is a song about "Niggaz in the hood"

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

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good