This is a song about "Pssy puncher"

Despise us, we're deprived of a slice of the cake prize,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

That's why i here whispers

I think i got two livers

I ain't tryna diss you

Actually he has got two

He said i'll give you a prize, just name a price.

Bring the battering ram where you live

Cho cho, i choose you two

It's really not an issue

Pop-pop two shots rollin' through

Can't nothing come between me and you

I'll dismantle you and a friend or two

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you