This is a song about "Lump in my throat"

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Fuck a gun wheres my bow? flaming arrow in stock, aiming at your throat ready to let it go

You're very attractive, and notice that

Tell him that i slit his throat, in this dream i had

My breath escapes up out my throat

Wardrobe from round the globe

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My throat is so dry, and i am so thirsty

4-3... yea, remember that please

In through the throat and squeeze

So i slit her throat and threw her in a dryer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

And got a knife to my throat

Y'all can't stick to no g code