This is a song about "I wana beat u"

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I abraham lincolned the beat

When i spit on the beat,

From the back seat, back seat

I am not a person i represent an idea that you can be whoever the fuck you wana be civil liberties

You aint shady spiritually literally or lyrically, your a shit stain not metaphorically now leave,

I pearl harbored the beat

Have no souls indeed

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

These are questions i wana ask when your listening

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

So ima lose bitch? my punchlines will beat u till ur black n bruised

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route