This is a song about "Thrown"

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

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

For now unknown, this verse hurts worse than any stone thrown

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

My identity thrown up top, primarily,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And punches thrown with metal rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Do it myself without a team highest self asteem i'm in a kings thrown

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat

And don't you go alone, cus' you could be the one being thrown.

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Labels are thrown all over the place