This is a song about "Throwin up"

I'm looking down on you fakes whilst on my throne throwin yous a bone.

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Im throwin' shots to yo body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Its true tho, i'm throwin em around like it's judo

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Car with no limit what

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

The towel? feel like throwin in the whole bathroom set.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead