This is a song about "Hood kid"

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

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

I send my niggas through your hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look