This is a song about "Hoods at"

See i let my nigga split that

Take her where the couch at

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Spit at your corpse while i'm at it

Razor grips, laser spit

Because of drugs that have taken over our ghettoes and hoods,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

You still smile at me, wave at me

Looking at your money

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

Cause now you got me hopped up on that