This is a song about "Up in the hood"

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

I don't live in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Under the hood when she looked up saw and thought

The skin is thick, no need for leather, your father called

Sometimes i would sneak out in the night with my black hood

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