This is a song about "Throwing"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Tongue like a young jab throwing joe frazier

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Throwing up illuminati signs just for attention

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Throwing up fine rhymes. withdrawing appalling designs,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

Waking up at night to a hollering drunk throwing provoking feelings

Throwing and animal while rowing casual

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

I fucking hate this job