This is a song about "Hood and gansters"

But now your under a hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

So westcoast bump tupac and biggie.walk around the hood

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

And i dare that nigga lil' wayne to come to my hood