This is a song about "Punch a cunts out"

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

This is love, nothing else close

I could change pace, with a punch sweepin this place,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Now you speaking my language

If i threw it like a punch

Choke hold on the whole game. no need to end with a punch,

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

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get