This is a song about "Punching bag"

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Top dropped down, black on black

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,