This is a song about "Threw"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So i slit her throat and threw her in a dryer

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

'til they threw me out the ramada inn

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Boston, threw the tea overboard

Now that's what you call a game

I see your soul threw the window pain

I know i been threw hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

When you're always going threw coherence

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.