This is a song about "Ghetto hood"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

You bull shit, look

I don't live in the hood

From hollywood to the hood

My nigga, no hook

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Than a ghetto blaster

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Yeah, now here's the memo

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto