This is a song about "Life in hood"

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

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

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

People always dying in the hood, stood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

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

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