This is a song about "Banging"

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Banging bitches on my walls

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Not one j got a pair or more

Banging on the back door,

I woulda done anything for my own

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring