This is a song about "Crap punchlines"

Like you starved, cause punchlines thrown sharp and hard like tarts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

And dont go hatin on this crap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Haters dissing me but why? yall know my punchlines are injurious

These punchlines deliver

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

But all yo get is bull crap

Well, i can handle that