This is a song about "Struggle in the hood"

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

But the blessing was in the struggle, hope was merging through the rubble

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

And by the way i'mma start

But the hood was always in my heart

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

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

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