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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate