This is a song about "Punching"

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

Keep on punching, and do better than anyone can do

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

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

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

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

The way i'm punching in these crazy phrases

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

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

Take you where you can't see black by k-ci forever my lady

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

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

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately