This is a song about "Smacking bitches"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Im avoiding wack bitches

They are the coaches in this

You cant see me bitches,

Just searching for the perfect shot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/

Like i been slapping bitches,

Take her back to where i live

Addicted to smacking feeble weaklings 'n' recklessly beat 'em

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Smacking them out their denim

But that’s just life, where i’m from