This is a song about "Punch line"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Your punch lines are pitiful

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

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

To never back down and take every punch

I need to search your page for a fucking punch line

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

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

Because cancer has the answer to every offensive and defensive punch

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

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

If i threw it like a punch