This is a song about "Hood politics"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Call the crib, same number same hood

Out of the womb we're born free but enslaved into chains and used like puppets

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

From hollywood to the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Politics can save,politics can destroy its only here for status and power

If theres a time that in the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

My nigga, no hook

I don't live in the hood