This is a song about "Ace hood"

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

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

I send my niggas through your hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

If theres a time that in the hood

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

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

You haters put up your guards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Pocket racked up all big faces

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood