This is a song about "I ll beat the shit out of your"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I'll beat you any day of the week with rhymes, comebacks, and shit i proclaim.

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

I grabbed a candle of the table, then i beat him down.

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Then i let the beat ride out like that,

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Better know my name i,ll be hot in the game/

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd