This is a song about "The hood trying to live in a hood"

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

To seperate myself when they think i live in the hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't live in the hood

Trying to get out of the hood on the wish of a star

A nigga thorough, she knew it before i bought her car