This is a song about "Punching bongs"

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth