This is a song about "A hood gal"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

Smoke ? you know it taste good

If theres a time that in the hood

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood