This is a song about "The hood life"

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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