This is a song about "Throw back"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Words are weapons, and they provide us something to throw,

Guess i'll just throw my words/

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

I throw him the axe to to his back down he goes flat thats that

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

That you better know how to throw

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

Cause everytime yall come around

Throw them c'z up, throw them b'z down

Fine young man with an old man mind

Tryna throw me off this grind

Money i make em buck

Drinkin whiskey throw it up