This is a song about "Res riding hood"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Trying to catch me riding dirty

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I was born to do the damn thing

Verse writing, hearse riding,

I don't live in the hood

My nigga, no hook

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

That's a new flow

Catch me riding solo