This is a song about "Punch you in the face like a smashed computer"

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Now my nerves are a mess, it's like a punch in the chest/

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Ill punch them in the face until my fist hurts, your beauty is beyond compare

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

The lights are flashing at you straight in the face

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

You deserve more than a smashed bottle of vodka,

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

To pack a punch and leave you left for dead in the scene

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more