This is a song about "Hood and gansters"

Showed your lil' ass look

I'm chillin' in this hood

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood