This is a song about "Beat her back up"

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

Drop her, pick her up and tomahawk her/

Im beat this beat like a light rug,go see my girl give her a tight hug,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Known for throwing up so ima vomit on this beat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Then i slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke

Doing this behind her back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

This is why her nigga mad

Oh!god help, please bring her back...

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

They're gonna grow up and be just like the rest of the sheep in the world

When i get to warwick avenue

Beat it up and slide right under you.