This is a song about "Clam punching"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I don't really give a fuck

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

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

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

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

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

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

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