This is a song about "Trying to make it out the hood"

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

Im trying to make myself known

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

To win a battle you need your neighborhood, i call it the hater's hood

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

The game is an art and i'm still trying to learn it

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

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

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.