This is a song about "Throwin up"

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

That im throwin at you

Can't play me by throwin a fake g/

Hopin' that my niggas see

Roll it up and smoke it down, throwin blunts out to the crowd.

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Now i cant even run, for fun, ill be throwin up more blood than a pussy on its period,

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck