This is a song about "Trying to make it out the hood"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

All trying to make it in the number one spot

No job opportunities were few could dream, they were stuck in a loop

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

Tupac, the nigga of truth, the nigga of heart, back when he was the real deal//