This is a song about "Beating a rival"

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

Your so damn soft,thats why im sleeping on you,might go into a coma and still be beating on you

Im freestyling tell your mommy you got a mean rival

To make karma come faster than she normally will

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

She say she love me more than anything

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I'll prove it with one hand by beating you to death with a spatula.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Beating them is like opening a new chapter