This is a song about "Living in the hood fucking shit up"

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

Cycle of living in the ghetto 'round that shit, live every moment

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

If theres a time that in the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that