This is a song about "Punching bag"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap