This is a song about "Throwing yeets"

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

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

Rockin' the shameless, throwing they bras off

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

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

In my mind throwing spears, and god knows,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

But the government won’t take us, they’re throwing us out,

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud