This is a song about "Gangs and the hood"

I got the hood behind me

I’m a hustla, baby

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would