This is a song about "Hood love"

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

If theres a time that in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

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

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood