This is a song about "Rip it"

Steal your sabre-sword, rip a few chords & call it an album/

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

You ain't wit' it? you should witness when i rip it up,

That i'll rip your fucking head off and dump it in

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Dog i swear if you respond, i'ma fuck your ass and rip it

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Then rip it out from under like a carpet and laugh

So i rip it up and start a new mode and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit