This is a song about "Throws"

And he looked for hoes, i scope the throws

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

He's not famous, throws pussy fits, obviously brainless

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Her boyfriend, she throws the phone against the wall out of anger then

Slinging rock like they're free throws

Live from the lamont's rose

Chasing them checks, nike work

When it throws us to the dirt

Grab the bitch, befo' she throws another motherfuckin tantrum

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

He'll floor whores fore he throws in the towel

Cause this album pack enough evil