This is a song about "Being hood"

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

From hollywood to the hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

This information is vital, look

But i’m praying in advance

Trapping with the hood rats

Then i said i had enough

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I got the hood behind me

And now that i’m getting money