This is a song about "Pow right in a kisser"

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

When there's still half a cup that needs to go right in,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

Dun want your courtesy bitch i won't bet even my a.tom call me a low brow

You’re nothing but a dot in a crowd of a ton of bitches in my sight right now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

After i take the shotty to your head pow pow,

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Maybe guess you get it all now

Because when i go click clack pow

As soon as a nigga cross you you better leave him right in the dust

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Yeah, i've got you right in my palm with a grip that's stronger than a tiger's grip,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit