This is a song about "Clam punching"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

That scary love, never get married love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

Yeah nigga!ay, but peep how my nigga syke do it to you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Some niggas ain't got no luck

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

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

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

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately