This is a song about "Imma bout to kick yo punk ass"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

It like you expect catereers to care for yo ass

I'll get to em when i land

So your bitch ass bout to get bagged

I still got haters

Imma snatch yo girl purse

Because i kick ass, with my sick raps

If i don't make that man there dance

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Have your girlfriend calling an ambulance to come scoop yo ass up