This is a song about "Smashing pussy"

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Cause u aint no man you a pussy

Smashing you with wicked rhymes till' i collapse/

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I think you're a pussy

What them tippers don't see

Movin' pussy like a freeway

When love comes callin', don’t look away

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

I’m tryna be low key

I jumped straight in to that pussy,