This is a song about "Hood fane"

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

She can make a pimp fall in love

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

I'm chillin' in this hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Call the crib, same number same hood

Better than your bitch would

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

My bitches fuck me good

But now your under a hood