This is a song about "Goons and the hood"

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I got the hood behind me

We like to party

If theres a time that in the hood

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

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name