This is a song about "My hood"

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Around my new found,hypness that shut the fucking hood down,

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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