This is a song about "Hammers"

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

So pretentious with no potential

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

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

We gotta get back to what really matters

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle