This is a song about "Punching hookers"

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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