This is a song about "Punching mongs"

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

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

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/

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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/

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Let em marinate, you forever late