This is a song about "All about my hood"

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Not generic from ny, la, the chi, what hood am i gon talk about?

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

But the hood was always in my heart

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Marijuana leasing all about my business

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

It seems like my raps are all about rage

It's sad, but i ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

And i did the video for really though

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow