This is a song about "Hood boy"

But i think i like that, just maybe

I got the hood behind me

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Trapping with the hood rats

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood

Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy?

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Better than your bitch would

Call the crib, same number same hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

With so many others still stuck in the hood