This is a song about "Neighborhood"

Zig zag and swishers, blazing it up in the neighborhood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Your friendly neighborhood spider-man

Live my life through some film, man

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

It’s a neighborhood where nervously i host black friends,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You in my neighborhood they'd drive-by for steppin' on turf,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Cos that is what happens to the neighborhood snitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last