This is a song about "Para till i hammer"

I can hammer it in with nails and set your skull ablaze

Put expressions in their music and create the face

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

Same bitches used to play me though

Twirl and hurl till i undergo

Ferocious vernacular displays after i cock the hammer,

Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; i chose the latter

Rappin till im dead, maybe till i feel kind of alive

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Till i cant remember my name

Parking lot of the blue flame

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha