This is a song about "Punching mongs"

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

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

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

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

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