This is a song about "Throbbin hood"

Call the crib, same number same hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

But now your under a hood

We never tattle, let god handle that

Dont get ya fucking hood invaded

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Feeling blessed i was never in that hood

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

Catch me in the hood, gucci sky mask

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

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