This is a song about "Hood boy"

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

When ya come to our hood and try take over boy it better your dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

With his hood raised up, this boy is lacking luck, combating in blood.

Call the crib, same number same hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

She do it with no hands

Trapping with the hood rats

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy