This is a song about "Im to hood"

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Same bitches used to play me though

Talk loud around the hood, now im taking your phone

Better than college, after that, students home

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

"jc, you ain't gonna make it! go back to your fucking hood!"