This is a song about "Sergios peen"

Pound your head in, thats hammer

And i ain't frontin for her

Before she fuck with ya head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Before she fuck with ya head

If your man want to bet

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,

If your spits were your physical reps

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And fatter till he pops and goes splatter, staggers through the streets with a hammer,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Im a shoe in for this nigga im already interlaced

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,