This is a song about "Selling drugs in the hood"

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

And think that selling drugs is the only real way out,

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed