This is a song about "Throwing brocolli"

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

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

Throwing you off making you drool

No david lettermans acting a fool

Hopin' that my niggas see

Cause im here throwing the party

Throwing super heat, my girls a super freak,

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

And throwing up is there only option,