This is a song about "Hammers"

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Hatin like they got bad manors, can't contain, makin it rain hammers straight bringin the pain

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Left his future in shambles as shooter with hammers let loose to dismantle

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Part of me though, is searching for answers

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out