This is a song about "Ill slam you like hulk hogan"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree

But ill stick on you like a tattoo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Bam bitch! slam bitch! snap you like a toothpick.

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

You'll never drink from my chalice, ill have you shrinking smaller like alice

Im happier when high and drunk

And big money like hulk

Im so intensive my flow inventive ill leave you pussies soar like birthin an elephant

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and