This is a song about "Helping out the hood"

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

I'm satan's disciple, your the one helping granny cross the road!

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

As your family dies, and my family rise

Cuz the the one you put in my back just helping me thrive