This is a song about "Clam punching"

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit