This is a song about "Punching bongs"

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu