This is a song about "Lump in my throat"

Throw their wedding rings in the lump of flesh, and tell him he has-

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I'm so dope my words get choked in my throat

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

You callin for a truce fuck that i rather attack and put ya throat in my grasp

And got a knife to my throat

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

I break in, cut your throat and then head south

My throat is so dry, and i am so thirsty

And if you ain't heard me properly

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!