This is a song about "Beating yourself"

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself

I like rollin' with friends

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Beating him over the head with the telephone

You know...you know who you are

Beating the boring and banal

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

I can hear your heart over beating

He can take a beating

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Beating chatter, your peak is shattered

Screaming and your scared/your heart is beating

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing