This is a song about "Punching"

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

The generational gap with yet another sensational track