This is a song about "Boys in da hood"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I don't live in the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

If theres a time that in the hood

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

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Pussy niggas dont want war da hood will never match you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

Just hustling you understand

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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