This is a song about "Spank slap"

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

It aint click clack its bitch slap

You can slap me if i get outta line

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

So i find a girl and slap her

So that don't even matter

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And what fucking bitch did i slap?

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Slap them away with ease like fleas

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

And slap you 'till you're black and blue, rihanna

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada