This is a song about "Punching hookers"

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

It's peaceful with dead hookers in brothels

Let's have a toast for this new love

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Fuck hookers man i get ass for free, panties drop as soon as i crash the scene