This is a song about "Clam punching"

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

And i clam up {*wham*} i just slam shut

Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady

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

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree