This is a song about "Red hood"

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

All you might see is blood red

Im trying to see her in bed

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Color your eyes alveolar red

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I send my niggas through your hood

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Call the crib, same number same hood

From hollywood to the hood

She got that good good