This is a song about "Goons and the hood"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

We are a bung of goons,

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

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

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit