This is a song about "Punching hookers"

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

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

Here i go again, falling in love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

So take the stage just show me what you got

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters