This is a song about "Raised in the hood"

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

But the hood was always in my heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood