This is a song about "My neighbor hood"

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

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

And i dare that bitch lil' wayne to come up to my hood

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

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Watching for my niggas and my team who inna hood still

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

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I try to keep my vibes good, but its hard when your living in the hood,