This is a song about "Punching hookers"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

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

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad