This is a song about "Punching bongs"

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

I heard that statistic i almost cried