This is a song about "Boyz n the hood"

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Bumping heavy d and the boyz, still "chunky but funky"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good