This is a song about "Hit it like a motherfucking bass drum"

Oh, you look like my next victim

Blood pumps thru my veins like its a damn drum

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Whatever it takes to make a hit

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

Hit it like a baseball then skip around the bases.

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Sleeping with the fishes like a motherfucking otter.

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Half the time it feels like being hit with a puck

I'll chew your face like it was motherfucking venison

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one