This is a song about "Still in the hood"

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

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

See me anywhere in the hood and get ya head spun,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Im in the car i'm about to park when this shit jumps on my hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

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

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

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

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

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

But the hood was always in my heart

A working genius, a work of art