This is a song about "Punching lines"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

You must read in between these lines,

All the time with this glock of mines

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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