This is a song about "Hood rap"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

Then play you all my latest shit

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

I got the hood behind me

That's why i'm makin' money

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

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

If theres a time that in the hood

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look