This is a song about "Babies in the hood"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

With so many others still stuck in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Then maybe have a couple babies live in a little house by the beach and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood