This is a song about "Throw back"

Might fuck around, throw a grenade

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Or throw in the white towell

Throw two hunid against the wall,

These joints here not found at the mall

And throw your rap away

Oh, why do i live this way

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Black fours red drop head doors

Throw em in the river outdoors

Cause i’m balling, bitch

Throw your body in a ditch

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack