This is a song about "Out the hood"

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

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

This information is vital, look

I rap for the children who don't wanna be in the hood,

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Smoke ? you know it taste good

From hollywood to the hood

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Trapping with the hood rats