This is a song about "Punch police"

By a gang called the police

I'm everything that they call nice

Thought police, your mind's not green.

I just know what you mean

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

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Police got me zooming

I'm doing the same thing

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

They vaguely decipher my language

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

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

U prolly the one callin police

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees