This is a song about "Hood rat"

They don't hear the bark

Rat race no rat flow hard

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

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

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

My bitches fuck me good

But now your under a hood

You want the same whack which make other rat

The third one is mixed, white and black