This is a song about "Hood road"

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I don't live in the hood

Tires screech on that road ground

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

So its time for us to hit road

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I send my niggas through your hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Uh, the road not taken

Catch you up on places i've been

And it's cold, tryin' to travel this road

When i'm on it, on it like my job

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

So buy me saying these messages i’ll send the right road,

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good