This is a song about "Throttle"

Lady at the frank stand will

Yeah im goin at it full throttle,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I hope i live till our next battle, cause im gonna pull the throttle on that shit.

Crippled and waddling full throttle i'm toppling and vomiting

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

U ain't got the mettle to battle me this is rhyming at full throttle i spit like crazy

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I spun the bottle, only to slam the throttle

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel