This is a song about "Ghetto hood"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

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

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

See my hands start to shake

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

Call the crib, same number same hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Man it’s the killer tracks

Trapping with the hood rats

My nigga, no hook

From hollywood to the hood