This is a song about "Throwing rocks"

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

To be throwing the hand’s son”

In earth, as it is in heaven

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Throwing you off making you drool

I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Go on get lost, kick rocks,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Throwing up the dynasty

By any means necessary get campaign right

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?