This is a song about "Shootin up the hood"

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

If theres a time that in the hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Will somebody please show me how

..shootin for the top im kurt cobain now,

Mami told me son, hold your own

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

I don't live in the hood

No hook, fuck a hook

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street