This is a song about "Throw"

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

That you better know how to throw

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I know a little girly from uptown

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

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Guess i'll just throw my words/

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

And i ain't goin' well

Or throw in the white towell