This is a song about "Killings hood"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

But now your under a hood

I like to picture my killings i'm a visionary

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Call the crib, same number same hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Rap killings are not remorseful

This is the root of all evil

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good