This is a song about "Repesent the hood"

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Better than your bitch would

Call the crib, same number same hood

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.