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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,

My nigga, its all love

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

People always dying in the hood, stood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look