This is a song about "Slamming hammers"

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Left his future in shambles as shooter with hammers let loose to dismantle

Hatin like they got bad manors, can't contain, makin it rain hammers straight bringin the pain

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out

Let's enjoy our younger years

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

From tampa all the way to alabama,you can hear them donks trunks slamming

The most ill, more drama than denzel

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,