This is a song about "A hood gal"

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She got that good good

But now your under a hood