This is a song about "Clam punching"

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

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

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

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

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/

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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