This is a song about "Throwing abc"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Been running around trying find a job

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Throwing rhymes and sewing lines like seamstresses, pop folks in domes,

He throwing money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I'm going insane throwing death adders from jacobs ladder,

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

I'm not even throwing punches i'm jabbing

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Rockin' the shameless, throwing they bras off

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die