This is a song about "Hit em with a left"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Got hit, with a hurricane

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

Left the cuts asshole torn with the tusk of a boar

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

When rappers try and burn me i hit 'em with the coldest shots,

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches