This is a song about "Beating me to the punch"

Beating the boring and banal

That gal want me ride har

Your times receding i can already see it starting to stop beating,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Man i rock nobody's beating me in 5 years

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Grounding ‘n pounding due to the love for a light punch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Then to try to chase these men

Punch the clock, click the pen