This is a song about "Punching bongs"

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

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

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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