This is a song about "Throat drops"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

I just know i'm that dope

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

On the blood surging out her throat.

The street slang i be speakin in code

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Or coppin' some deep throat.

I fucking hate this job

In my throat remains a lump,

Put the purp in the blunt

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

So i severed your head and ur throat