This is a song about "Puns"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

The road to hell is paved with good intentions