This is a song about "Declan collins"

And we're ballin' like when walter frazier fought the lakers,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

My mama smoked so god damn much

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Imma karate punch your throat

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

If i threw it like a punch

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

No one notice your struggle

Your punch lines are pitiful

My member enters and i'm enthralled

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured