This is a song about "Hood rap"

Cause hoes always want a guy from the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

If theres a time that in the hood

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

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

My suppressor on tight, and bitch im playing rob 'n' hood

But now your under a hood

Showed your lil' ass look