This is a song about "Pssy puncher"

I don't wanna damage you

Oh well at least there were only two

A transformer. before ii'm a soaring performer, i'm an enforcer of torture, i cause

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

You ask for my two cents

We can never be friends

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Can't nothing come between me and you

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Abrakadabra a hoe or two

And i've been thinking bout you

Actually he has got two