This is a song about "Hood love"

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Here i go again, falling in love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Knowing you can no longer party

I got the hood behind me

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good