This is a song about "Boyz n hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

But now your under a hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Pushin permanent twistin i'm on a mission got me on the mashtried to dig, you was screamin when i did

Stuck on stupid all you boyz aint on my level you've been executed my flow got you wounded