This is a song about "Punching mongs"

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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