This is a song about "Throwin"

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Can't stop won't stop, throwin' bk every day till my blue casket drops

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

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

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

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

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

Throwin out tracks that raise the bobonic plagued spirits/

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids