This is a song about "Throw back love"

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

That you better know how to throw

Back then i had no feelings, i hated love,*bitches* and romance.

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Im a just love you back

Make the fingers snap

Then they throw it back in my face when its turned to ice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

That connection to music back again i love it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Tryna throw me off this grind

Should be harder to find

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Stuck on point like a dart throw

Where they find me, 16 on death row