This is a song about "The hood"

No acting gangsta if you are not from the hood.

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,