This is a song about "Throat fugg"

But see i planned a trip

Throat clench and your smile flip.

I wreck on the mic, jump down your throat/

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Right flows down and they might go nice

In through the throat and squeeze

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

I'm so dope my words get choked in my throat

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

The street slang i be speakin in code

Like dj kool i clear my throat

On the blood surging out her throat.

Used to find dope in his coat