This is a song about "Punch me"

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Ay you. watch out for my lyrical punch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Grounding ‘n pounding due to the love for a light punch

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

Punch right through your chest cardiac arrest

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

My punch lines being so memorable was unintentional/

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

Go nuts, instrumental flow much