This is a song about "Hammer time"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

But end up broke as fuck like mc hammer,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

To catapult and bring down the hammer

She fiend for yeezy, you know my speakers go hammer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Pound your head in, thats hammer

Pull it apart with a hammer and a pair of pliers,

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Riding inna hammer dip

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

That hammer stressed his talents till he couldn't breathe

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

Ima tear you dick of and hammer it to a wall,

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all