This is a song about "Im a hood"

But now your under a hood

This information is vital, look

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

I die being me,im fucking happy,see my hood see the king

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book