This is a song about "The hood parts"

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I ain't jackin no parts, i ain't attacking the charts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Forget the hindsight, hood dreams, diamond white,

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Just need to do a quick swap then rip the rhino in parts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Trapping with the hood rats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

This information is vital, look

With so many others still stuck in the hood

I was the only one she didn't want parts from

And it rules everything around them