This is a song about "Asd as my ballista throws"

Music is my life my flows as sharp as a knife

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

As i light one for ill will

As ya look into my barrel,

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Til next time bitches peace. (throws up deuces) (and exits room)

Trauma on my mental, as well as my physical

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

She all on my skin

God will stay as my passion

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

A flow as ordinary as my punches mundane,