This is a song about "Punch me"

Trying to give them light and a message

To never back down and take every punch

Know you want me to fall

I punch a hole in the wall

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Ain't nothing here minimal

Your punch lines are pitiful

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

So come dine with me, maybe i will give you some fruit punch

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

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

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

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image