This is a song about "I beat your ass"

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Beat your faggot ass til you come back into conscious

And all women who had light features, see

I send your ass back down napoli

Cause you're most likely to crash

While i rise take your ass

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

But, honestly i feel your beat

And laugh as i unleash it on your ass

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

I beat you by one more figure you fake ass licker

Before i knock your ass right out boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy