This is a song about "Fruit punch"

That thing juicy, no fruit

Pockets probably like fried food

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

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Imma karate punch your throat

Since i was left with no hope

Now you speaking my language

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

'fore we do the unthinkable

Your punch lines are pitiful