This is a song about "In hood life"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

People always dying in the hood, stood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

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