This is a song about "Louisville slugger"

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Take em all to bed call a treaty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Got a fresh slug loaded, but its a fawn

And before the sun came up, he was gone

We just looking in the mirror

N imma squeeze it like a mixture

Lead the way, got ghost to pop a slug

I said i don’t give a fuck

With women with issues

You need shoes i need booze

Run for cover and return fire

Im telling you imma street fighter,

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see