This is a song about "Up in the hood"

Maybe i'm on acid, living in the 'hood with poorest whores,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Then i will cut a bitch up an then leave them in the hood

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

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

Showed your lil' ass look

I don't live in the hood

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Probably ain't hood, we got stress in the ghetto,