This is a song about "Hood shit"

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood

Showed your lil' ass look

I don't live in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

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

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I'm chillin' in this hood

No hook, fuck a hook