This is a song about "Punching lines"

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

I sign lines, after night time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

And my lines are so barbaric,

You just do your thing chick