This is a song about "Thugs in the hood"

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

In the 602 nd brought my g'ed up skills too the grandee.i waz raised by thugs

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

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

People always dying in the hood, stood

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook