This is a song about "Hood nights"

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Little latasha sho' grown

Late nights, just me and the microphone

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

I send my niggas through your hood

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

And you all will respect that

She got that good good

From hollywood to the hood