This is a song about "Racist kill die punch"

May as kill a few more punch lines.

All the time with this glock of mines

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Curb stomp your face, racist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

So much disrespect, it's like we're all growin' racist,

I'm ahead of the racist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

My ink pen so racist,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Motivated just from being broke

Imma karate punch your throat