This is a song about "Tha hood"

But now your under a hood

Showed your lil' ass look

Better than your bitch would

I'm chillin' in this hood

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Wrecking ball is gonna be tha nations anthem

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

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

Last of a dying breed

I relinquish tha seat

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Call the crib, same number same hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded