This is a song about "Clam punching"

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

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

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

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

You're very attractive, and notice that

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