This is a song about "She gets thrown around the team"

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Thrown in the cage with nowhere to go

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Labels are thrown all over the place

Yeah hail mary full of grace

But its thrown out the window

You know i be teasing, though

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Im down thrown around emotionally

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

And there's little to be glad for