This is a song about "Punching lines"

Short days, long nights

Drop the best fukin lines...

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

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

Foolish, i be on that new shit

And my lines are so barbaric,

Bait baby, wait baby

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

All the time with this glock of mines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

There is a light that shines

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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