This is a song about "A hood gal"

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

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

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took