This is a song about "The struggle in the hood"

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

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

I'm modest, and humble

Now thats the fucking struggle

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good