This is a song about "Punching hookers"

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

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

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

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

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

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

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

Penalty your leadership critiquing me some from the bleachers