This is a song about "Thow it"

What goddamn it, which motherfucker jammed it?

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

I'm living it and i own it,

Then play you all my latest shit

Yes we bout it bout it/

You, you, you have to pay for that

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Ya love it gone admit it

Check it in, do it anyhow

I'mma pull that gat out now

Now easy does it, you can't do it like deezy duz it,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit