This is a song about "Summer in da hood"

People always dying in the hood, stood

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

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

About disaster in the world and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Aye, hold your head homie, look

I don't live in the hood

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win