This is a song about "Its my hood my section"

But the hood was always in my heart

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

The working class section, and my parents blue collar,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

On that battle section is a reply to my verse

I'm down for my hood,but who are u?

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood