pretty bitty throwaway
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Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro
You opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to
The stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my feet 'cause
I can't find a broom
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious
That ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with
Me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna get me high?
Think that shorty copped it (Ayy)
Holy fuck, I never had no options
Now this shorty topless

I got niggas tweaking off my
Music like the vaccine
It don't matter where I get my beats, nigga
Don't ask me
You ask me about my beats one more time
I gotta smack thee
How come every time I check my phone
It look like black knees?
I can tell from looking at her pictures
That's that real detection
She want deano's flying in her face
She don't want real affection
I done got away from shawty early
Jesus really blessing
Why she always tryna point the
Finger? Ain't no real reflection (Damn)

Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
Stop calling me bro
You opposition praying on my doom
How long 'til I make it to
The stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
Sweep the competition with my (yeah)
Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious
That ho so obnoxious
Why she always tryna hang with
Me? Prolly 'cause she jobless
Why she always tryna hang with




Me? Prolly' cause she (Ayy)
Damn, and now this shorty topless

Overall Meaning

The Stepdad's song "Pretty Bitty Throwaway" is a rap track that delves into the rapper's experiences with toxic relationships and desires for success. The chorus, "Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb / Stop calling me bro / You opposition praying on my doom / How long 'til I make it to the stars?" conveys his determination to succeed and the challenges he faces from people who don't believe in him. The Stepdad feels that others are praying for his downfall and not supporting his dreams, hence his call to stop calling him bro.


The Stepdad addresses a pretty bitty or a woman who he feels is messing with his conscious and always hanging around joblessly. He hints at her being promiscuous and only in it for the material gain as he starts to associate with success. He also touches on his music's reception, explaining that people are going crazy about it like the vaccine that everyone is currently interested in. He is passionate about his music, and anyone who asks about the beats he uses gets on his nerves.


Lastly, the line "I done got away from shawty early / Jesus really blessing" seems to suggest that the Stepdad had to leave a woman behind, but he feels that God is blessing him for walking away from a toxic relationship.


Line by Line Meaning

Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb
I am spending time by myself, reflecting on my own mortality and what I want to accomplish in my limited time on this earth.


Stop calling me bro
I am not your friend and I don't appreciate you assuming we have that kind of relationship.


You opposition praying on my doom
My enemies are hoping for my failure and are actively working against me.


How long 'til I make it to the stars? I don't know, maybe, soon
I am unsure of when I will achieve my goals, but I am optimistic that it will happen sooner rather than later.


Sweep the competition with my feet 'cause I can't find a broom
I will metaphorically defeat my competition with ease because I am so much more talented than them that I don't even need a tool to help me.


Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious. That ho so obnoxious. Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly 'cause she jobless. Why she always tryna get me high? Think that shorty copped it (Ayy) Holy fuck, I never had no options. Now this shorty topless
This girl's behavior is bothering me and distracting me from my goals. She only wants to hang out with me because she has nothing better to do and she keeps trying to get me to do drugs. I feel like I have no other options when it comes to female attention, so now I'm sleeping with her.


I got niggas tweaking off my music like the vaccine. It don't matter where I get my beats, nigga. Don't ask me. You ask me about my beats one more time. I gotta smack thee
People are really responding well to my music, comparing it to something as essential as a vaccine. The production quality of my songs doesn't matter as much as the content itself. If you keep asking me about where I get my beats, I am going to get angry.


How come every time I check my phone it look like black knees? I can tell from looking at her pictures that's that real detection. She want deano's flying in her face. She don't want real affection. I done got away from shawty early. Jesus really blessing. Why she always tryna point the finger? Ain't no real reflection (Damn)
Every time I check my phone, I'm bombarded with notifications from people who have nothing meaningful to say. I can tell just from looking at this girl's photos that she's only interested in superficial things, like taking selfies with money. I had a lucky escape from that relationship and I think that was a sign from God. She keeps trying to blame me for things that are not my fault, but that's not really a reflection of me or my actions.


Chilling in my room, plotting on my tomb. Stop calling me bro. You opposition praying on my doom. How long 'til I make it to the stars? I don't know, maybe, soon. Sweep the competition with my (yeah). Pretty bitty fucking with my conscious. That ho so obnoxious. Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly 'cause she jobless. Why she always tryna hang with me? Prolly' cause she (Ayy). Damn, and now this shorty topless
I am still alone and focused on my own goals. I don't want you to call me 'bro' anymore, because that's not how I see you. My enemies are still trying to bring me down, but I am confident that I will succeed soon. I don't need any help to succeed, and that includes a broom. This girl is still bothering me and I am still sleeping with her, even though I know I shouldn't be.




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