This is a song about "How the hood change"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Trapping with the hood rats

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

You need to change how you visualize my plans

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Now everyone finds the change

Said her hearts, in a cage

With foreign names, valet the range

The man who wanted to change

I ponder on how ill change the world

We left em a world that's cursed