This is a song about "Deep throat"

On the blood surging out her throat.

Since i was left with no hope

In through the throat and squeeze

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

My balance be so tight rope

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Like dj kool i clear my throat

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

Me and my peeps often meet

Deep throat a stripper then hit her and quitter,

See, i like the person that you are

Here nigga on the road

I'll grip my fist around your throat,