This is a song about "Throws"

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Grab the bitch, befo' she throws another motherfuckin tantrum

When it throws us to the dirt

That we picked up at the last concert

My punchlines are more accurate that drew brees throws,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Brain wash till the thought of you *throws up* yack

Til next time bitches peace. (throws up deuces) (and exits room)

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

He throws up every single bit of his hell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well