This is a song about "Beating me"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Niggas say i'm thirsty , but silent when i got their mom to jerk me, she be beating

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

He can take a beating

Tell them niggas they sleeping

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Put ya in a coma have you dreaming bout beating me

Man i rock nobody's beating me in 5 years

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Cheating, up beating, did he? yup.

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug