This is a song about "The hood"

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

From hollywood to the hood

This information is vital, look

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

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

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

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good