This is a song about "Punching mongs"

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

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

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

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

Here i go again, searching for love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

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