This is a song about "Throwin"

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

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

As im reading yours im throwin up cause this shit is weak as fuck

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

I'm throwin you a bone

On my way back home

That im throwin at you

I call em up, they might fall through

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits