This is a song about "Calm punching"

I put some cash in ya pocket

I was calm but i lost it

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Let it go keep them calm,

This rapping is just a charm

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

I was wrong, i miss my mom, it's hard to remain calm.

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Lady at the frank stand will

The herb calm his mental

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Your self encouragement or effort but relax and keep calm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm