This is a song about "Violence in the hood"

If ya see me in the hood don't think i can't leave

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

But the hood was always in my heart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

I don't live in the hood

You bull shit, look

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

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

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood