This is a song about "Your mates from the hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

The false bravado of a ghetto robin from the hood its classic

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Better than your bitch would,i can kill yall niggas in the fucking hood.

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

And plus them other motherfuckers from the hood, feel the same,

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Remove the gravity from your feet

If he does my soul to keep

My bitches fuck me good

But now your under a hood