This is a song about "Hood bloods"

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

With so many others still stuck in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Summertime in the city

I got the hood behind me

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Trapping with the hood rats

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance