This is a song about "Throated"

Bitch whats poppin'?? mary poppins couldn't pa-rade on my float

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Yellow ass nigga whinne the pooh

But i got 500 friends mom i really do