This is a song about "You throw away my lovin"

That try to chase these skirts

Guess i'll just throw my words/

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

Exploit ur-anus with my penis.. pick you up, off the ground, throw you down

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

I spend it make it right back on a monday

My money for them q backs but you do not get to throw

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

I don't do dishes but i throw away your mothafuckin plates//

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

But as long as i'm present i'll never throw my gift away

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey