This is a song about "Throwin up"

Even for our fuckin' crews, because we all throwin' slugs,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Im throwin' shots to yo body

It was just another party

Life playin' with my feelings, throwin' me in the thrash

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Throwin' out the shit that you cannot disrupt.

That happen to act like a black president