This is a song about "Punching"

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.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track