This is a song about "Hood fame"

Now if you give us a chance

Trapping with the hood rats

This information is vital, look

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Everybody wants the fame

Hallow be thy name

Now that's what you call a game

And you cant handle our fame,

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

He don't do the same

It wasn't about the fame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?