This is a song about "Hooping in the hood"

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

But the hood was always in my heart

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood