This is a song about "Calm punching"

But in the meantime it's lights please

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

I gotta calm down and

And more than confident

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Let it go keep them calm,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

(whisper) there's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape