This is a song about "Crack pipes gets thrown around"

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im down thrown around emotionally

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

Just sit back in suburban chrome when words are thrown,

When love is broken and you're thrown askew

And if i do go you better come through

Just like you man i feel like im getting thrown

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

Yeah, and make sure everything you say