This is a song about "Out of the hood"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Found out she living off tax that's hood, then started my attack

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

With so many others still stuck in the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

From hollywood to the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

A military mind mean money

I got the hood behind me

What good can come out of the hood, we so misunderstood/

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch