This is a song about "Calm punching"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

The dead society of a poet

I was calm but i lost it

I'm mental, it's instrumental

The herb calm his mental

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Do it while remaining still and calm

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Calm down before i strike i warn

So calm ya tits sit back and relax

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

All i need is this calm sanctuary.