This is a song about "Hood homies"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

I don't live in the hood

Better than your bitch would

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Lobsters and shrimp im good

I send my niggas through your hood

Had i not been exposed to these things

3 homies chilling making classics

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Homies that i don't yet know,

Call the crib, same number same hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would