This is a song about "Neighborhood"

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I set up a meeting with the local neighborhood botanist/

I thought i'd come back and blend in with the neighborhood,

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

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

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

And that's in a poor neighborhood, truly nobody cares,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Oh man, that bad neighborhood

Better than your bitch would