This is a song about "Punching pussy like ray rice did to his wife"

''he'' started drinking, going to strip clubs broke vows he made to his wife

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

How about this fucker lays low like his mother did,

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Im a treat em like his profile pick n make this pussy toast

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Donate to poor like you neva did

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I get bord of watchin so i grab his heart screamin khalima and eat is like its pussy,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.