This is a song about "Punching mongs"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Here i go again, searching for love

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

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

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

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy