This is a song about "Punch another cone"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

Delivering a knock out punch to the illuminate.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Your punch lines are pitiful

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

Ay you. watch out for my lyrical punch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village