This is a song about "Punch out"

Punch the clock, click the pen

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Now you speaking my language

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

I'm a punch to the gut, colon incapacitation

Only concern was the home that was close to him

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

You can't throw a punch like ratchet hoes

Ay you. watch out for my lyrical punch

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

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

When my competition ain't much

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch