This is a song about "Arnold palmer"

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Ride this beat like i'm on the chris brown roller coaster/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

But he ain't no handy man

No handy manny but i'ma let my tool bang

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Give a handy so hard you can't move your wrist, you got sprains/

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta