This is a song about "Racist kill die punch"

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Everybody wearin' different colors like a racist,

Who you callin rapist

Curb stomp your face, racist

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

They vaguely decipher my language

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Imma karate punch your throat

You pay your favorite stripper car note