This is a song about "Beating your arse"

Beating the boring and banal

Just as you rose you will fall

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Heart's cursed hurting, beating, pumping current

He can take a beating

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Ya girls arse so fat i wunt even slap it,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

While it's beating my hand goes into your breast

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Beating him over the head with the telephone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Fair skin like cream in genie jar but mouth spillin' wind like loony arse