This is a song about "Ill knock you out bitch"

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Now that my pistol is a gloc, ill give your brain a little knock

I've got nothin' to worry about

If you saw him you would knock his eyes out

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Yeah come holla at your uncle

(cause you can't knock the hustle)

Before i knock your ass right out boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Please stop shouting out before i knock you out and your on the floor fucking

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.