This is a song about "Hood politics"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood

I got the hood behind me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

How do you feel about politics both great candidates it must be hard to pick,

I be on some other shit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Nigga i'm on that hood stuff

Trust they seen enough

My parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Aye, hold your head homie, look

From hollywood to the hood

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

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