This is a song about "Donkey punches"

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

I'm not even throwing punches i'm jabbing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

A combination of punches and wordplaying that's uncommon, it's amazing

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

U need a hobby or friend, but ur 'all alone' like #donkey in shrek

And who stands over there, across the board there goes a donkey

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Donkey? bitch yous a strait up jackass

I can barely wipe my ass

Is it shocking my verbal punches knock you unconscious?

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas