This is a song about "Punching mongs"

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

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

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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