This is a song about "Hood rao"

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

If theres a time that in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

Until he choked and didnt realized that this is my hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

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