This is a song about "Where da hood at"

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Chasing money in the city of crime

Where i say many rhymes at a time,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

Moms asked where i'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin'

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

The real muscle in the message of that

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

I dont know where my pencils at!?