This is a song about "Summer in da hood"

We was loonie i suppose, you could

People always dying in the hood, stood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

This information is vital, look

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow