This is a song about "Ace hood"

Fuck fame, fuck money

I got the hood behind me

Phase any,"rap ace",but i shoot them down

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

We go hard, like the ace of spades

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Even with no practice i'm partly ace

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

These cops is bad boys, baby just like puff