This is a song about "Duh hood"

She got that good good

I don't live in the hood

But i get the gang violence that be in that hood

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

Call the crib, same number same hood

Better than your bitch would

And all she wants is to dance

Trapping with the hood rats

But now your under a hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good