This is a song about "Calm punching"

I had problems in my time so u said be calm

And i'mma show you how the south was won

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

All i need is this calm sanctuary.

No wonder im excited and not calm

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

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

There's anger in the calm. there's anger in the calm.

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won