This is a song about "Hood weed"

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I don't know defeat

I send my niggas through your hood

To mcs that don't rhyme good

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Trapping with the hood rats

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would