This is a song about "Memories of the hood"

Reminisce on memories of the 80s' reaganomics,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Polemic, i corrupt the memories of those who try diss me

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Throw the old memories away, all of those were yesterday!