This is a song about "Throat drops"

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Been running around trying find a job

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

And music's about lettin' freedom reign like water drops,

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

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

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spent a long time coming up this road

From spittin' all this ice outta my throat,

New canvas she need a new stroke

So i severed your head and ur throat

I just know i'm that dope

Burn bud and get a stressed throat