This is a song about "Fuck the hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I got the hood behind me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

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

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look