This is a song about "Clam punching"

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

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/

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

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

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

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

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

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

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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