This is a song about "Slamming hammers"

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I got blammas, you'll drop your hammers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Beat you with hammers now face the heat of packers

My unions really into that, flowing with the hammers out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Breakin walls my hammers a pencil,

You all niggas ain't even on my level