This is a song about "The hood"

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

If theres a time that in the hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

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

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

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

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

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