This is a song about "Banging hookers"

Better than college, after that, students home

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song//

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

By any means, if ya like it or not

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

Banging on the back door,

And i don't run counters no more

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

That all of y’all will be banging this shit like gay penises

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

So quit banging ya head 'gainst the wall,