This is a song about "I ll punch you"

She said she want it now, well girl it's hammer time

I punch you several time and use your blood to paint a line

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

And you're lucky all i did was hit you a punch or two

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

And now that i’m getting money

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really