This is a song about "The struggle and hood"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Now thats the fucking struggle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

My nigga, no hook

I don't live in the hood

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

It's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I rather give you my last to see you live again

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,