This is a song about "Hood road"

I've been down that road before

That's why you'll find her on the floor

We was loonie i suppose, you could

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

Ever since then i had no job

Who life was for music and the road

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I send my niggas through your hood

I know they pay me too much of attention

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood

From hollywood to the hood

My bitches fuck me good