This is a song about "You be throwing shade"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

Monkeys be throwing shit at because your bars are garbage

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You rap like crap it aint like that better u know how to spit or stop throwing shit

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Or a fake like you out of the blue i'm throwing a mackaveli like you off the empire

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

When i spit, throwing rhymes at you like a pitcher/

Im washin off another plate

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i be throwing my problems on you as if its your responsibility,