This is a song about "In hood life"

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

A snitch in my hood will do no good maybe he should

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

If theres a time that in the hood