This is a song about "Boys n the hood"

Bumping heavy d and the boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I got the hood behind me

Knowing you can no longer party

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Womanizing to say the least