This is a song about "Beating bitches with mailboxes"

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

Don't go to far

Whip bitches with greek tar.

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

Screaming and your scared/your heart is beating

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything

Stroke my peen, splashing shit, over bitches assets with,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

What happened to the dreams of beaches with bitches?

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith