This is a song about "Punching lines"

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Slowed it down so now these lines,

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm rewriting my lines maybe

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Distracted and switching up your lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

I just can't feel your ridiculous lines.