This is a song about "In my hood"

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

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

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

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

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

I send my niggas through your hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

You stood me up and i understand

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I'm chillin' in this hood

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good