This is a song about "Throwing brocolli"

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Throwing and animal while rowing casual

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I just wanna be higher than that

Throwing out the trash, you wack rappers mad?/

I didn't flow or give it a go, but this time, i'm not going slow, i'm throwing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Throwing you off making you drool

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

Throwing up dope flows on the mic, y'all better wipe it off,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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