This is a song about "Struggling in the hood"

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

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

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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

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

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook