This is a song about "Love my hood"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

And i dare that nigga lil' wayne to come to my hood

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I send my niggas through your hood