This is a song about "Nostalgia in the hood"

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

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

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

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

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took