This is a song about "Out the hood"

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

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

Represent for the south, man i rep it for the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

If theres a time that in the hood

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

They could never understand

Now i'm putting out these records so that hood shit is explained,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood