This is a song about "Rolling through the hood"

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

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

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

If theres a time that in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

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