This is a song about "Outta the hood"

So get the heck outta here,

I only roll with the real

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

This information is vital, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

Lets come up to my city

I got the hood behind me

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

Betta stay outta the streets

No time to plot retreats