This is a song about "Throat lifting"

We running that show all around the globe

So i severed your head and ur throat

Knees dug deep into the pavement

In my throat remains a lump,

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Lifting your bitch like blaine - what a shame she's an average jane

And got a knife to my throat

Wardrobe from round the globe

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I'll grip my fist around your throat,

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Got home, then me and bro at uncles throat