This is a song about "Glitter punch"

Your punch lines are pitiful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

If i threw it like a punch

Never agree with that message

Punch the clock, click the pen

I got 800 invisible men

My mama smoked so god damn much

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

Jumping out the phantom like a muthafucking midget

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch