This is a song about "Roll up in my hood"

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!

18 year sentence with no parole

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

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

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