This is a song about "The streets and hood"

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Is it a wonder she now roams the streets and cries

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book