This is a song about "Punching hookers"

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Just put your hand on the glass

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

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

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

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

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do