This is a song about "Summer in the hood"

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

People always dying in the hood, stood

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

Like a small garage in your backyard

But the hood was always in my heart

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

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

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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,