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

I'll never know the struggle of blacks, how it felt to them,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

If theres a time that in the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Now thats the fucking struggle

As i light one for ill will

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I don't live in the hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

The struggle of living in context is a giving