This is a song about "Free throwin"

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Where niggas throwin' em' shells, i'm tryin' hard to prevail

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Face tha lyrical rythm of this lick i'm throwin' a

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

I could think of a couple positions for you

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

Throwin cash like monopoly,

I’m tryna be low key