This is a song about "Thrown"

Labels are thrown all over the place

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Let it be known, i'm king and this pad is my thrown

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Then you stand against, turn on your homies, thrown ashore alone,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Thrown from a plane but it wasn't in brutality

That kevin love flow

But its thrown out the window

Any chance of a life is thrown away,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Like you starved, cause punchlines thrown sharp and hard like tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms