This is a song about "Slamming hammers"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Dig it in his stomach and clip his nails with hammers twice as big,

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

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

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

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

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