This is a song about "Slamming 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

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

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

And what about the rappers

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

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

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

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

Never wrong at any level

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash