This is a song about "Punching mongs"

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

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

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back