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

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Perceive the surgical procedure. mechanical beating,

Young money, d-town's all star

Beating the boring and banal

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Fuck the electron,im punch you straight to the neutron

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Choke hold on the whole game. no need to end with a punch,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

To pack a punch and leave you left for dead in the scene

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My beating heart telling me your my remedy