This is a song about "I was in da hood"

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

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

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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

I guess niggas thought det was da new fashion

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I don't live in the hood

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,