This is a song about "Fuck you all im rolling with my homies from the hood screamin thug life yeah doc its 9boz cuz im boz and im the boy in the hood and il put a pistol in your ass im going crazy screaming this shit trough the boyz n the hood every hood s the same this blocc "

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I don't live in the hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

Just cause im not shootin, smoking, or crippin in the hood

Now im mad at the hood like a crook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good