This is a song about "Beatin up pussy"

I think you're a pussy

But make sure if they do see

Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

She say you got a pussy!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Get up and bite you must be a pussy

And all women who had light features, see

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i have the tendency to beatin the pussy very violently

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

You lost as soon as you showed up at the gate with that pussy hole on your face

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

It’s time for you pussy niggas to fess up