This is a song about "Puns"

So hard you get hit with these puns spit lyrical guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Same swank except now the brethren's puns be stinging

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning