This is a song about "Clam punching"

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

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

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I love you though i'll still fuck

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate