This is a song about "Clam punching"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

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

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

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

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

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

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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