This is a song about "I will kick your but"

Man i will call your bluff

It's just textbook stuff

Call me a product of my own damn hood

I wanna kick his tush, but i was six and shook

Than i take your girl kick her to the curb

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

But on the real i feel your deal with rhymes will bring a strong attack

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I will bring you the sunshine , i will comfort your fears

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But when i throw the switch, your lyrics will never match up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'd sit back and kick whack flows i punched the door but

Had to d up like all in a titty cup