This is a song about "Niggas in the hood"

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

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

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

But the hood was always in my heart

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook