This is a song about "Beating your arse"

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Altering their skin till they heart stop beating

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Beating you with hard metaphors till your spine is sore

Beating him over the head with the telephone

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Im beating rappers daily

Blank and expressionless, heart beating zombie

They say i talk like im god body