This is a song about "Punch u in ya face"

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

You call it a punch line, i call it ya line of scrimmage.

And all women who had light features, see

, ya i dissed u go cry your daddy

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

If we standin face to face what u prepared to do

Imma bite ya face off

They right too cause

Crunched in a punch, absolutely just fucked in a stump,

But she's not alonemiss independent

To yelp coz ur a little bit and ur a dick and ur goin to get kick in the face so u

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win