This is a song about "Eric charles hood"

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

This information is vital, look

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood