This is a song about "Clam punching"

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

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back