This is a song about "Hoods at"

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Now look at me than look at you

Cause when i make this stew

You still smile at me, wave at me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

To love me at all at all

By the phone, no call

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Take her where the couch at

You ain't gon find that

You know where i be at