This is a song about "Punch police"

Your punch lines are pitiful

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

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

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

If i threw it like a punch

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Thought police, your mind's not green.

The science and the art, africa

Fuck the police nigga

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Lying to yourself, all over an image