This is a song about "Puns"

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

In this session i bless this one with a quick run sick puns

And even when you crabby, obey all seasons