This is a song about "The hood and god"

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

And look at that shit now, the 'hood is all in a bunch,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If theres a time that in the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

From hollywood to the hood