This is a song about "The tough timez in the hood"

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

With so many others still stuck in the hood

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I seemingly feel the need, for keepin it real in beats when speaking tough

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

That would be enough

Plunge the knife, skins too tough