This is a song about "Where da hood at"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You killed da nigga i bet his parents at home waiting

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Peacefully at rest where your forefathers shone

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Where the influences lay at bay,

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Where the hood rules, kick our ass if we make a mistake!

When love comes callin', don’t look back

You know where i be at

For multiple years, witness peers catch gunshots

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.