This is a song about "Hood politics"

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

I rap hip hop so what i am to it, is what mitt romney is to politics

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

If theres a time that in the hood

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

The good kid from the ugly city

I got the hood behind me

How do you feel about politics both great candidates it must be hard to pick,

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I send my niggas through your hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good