This is a song about "Calm punching"

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

No wonder im excited and not calm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

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

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

The herb calm his mental

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But this is just the calm before that break,

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you