This is a song about "Riches in the hood"

Get money, dump the riches

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If theres a time that 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

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

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

But the hood was always in my heart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark