This is a song about "Punching lines"

I sign lines, after night time

Welcome to organized crime

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Spittin written and forbidden lines

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

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

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

You must read in between these lines,

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

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

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.

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

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady