This is a song about "Throbbin hood"

If theres a time that in the hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Trapping with the hood rats

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

I send my niggas through your hood

Man i bet u dont even rep ur hood,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

To mcs that don't rhyme good

I'm chillin' in this hood

I'm not black and i wasn't raised in a hood

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Smoke ? you know it taste good

From hollywood to the hood

That's right bitches, i aint from the hood

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