This is a song about "Going through the hood"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

I don't live in the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

I send my niggas through your hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Trapping with the hood rats

Know it good when she go no hands

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Going through the purse of your spouse

My passport got stamped before a couple rhymes

With you going through more terrible times.

I'm here rapping with adrenaline going through vein/

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Ridin through my hood with the k with no brakes bitch