This is a song about "Beating niggers"

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Untill my heart stop beating up

She caught up in my love triangle

Beating you, go on, tattle

Got 4 pumps and his heart beating/

I just got one request, stop breathing

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Perceive the surgical procedure. mechanical beating,

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Just take control if you can