This is a song about "Hood"

I'm chillin' in this hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Got my niggahz on my side when we in the enemies hood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Trapping with the hood rats

Switch swag on you little dick fags

This information is vital, look

If theres a time that in the hood

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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