This is a song about "Punching bongs"

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate