This is a song about "Throat"

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

And by god when she's gone you wanna slit your throat

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Take these sharp lyrics and make an incision upon your throat,

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

And got a knife to my throat

So i severed your head and ur throat

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Imma karate punch your throat

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Y'all can't stick to no g code