This is a song about "Rap punches"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Tryin to show off a rap

She was wet off the bat

Top dropped down, black on black

They told me i can't rap

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I am the personification of rap

Imma spit this angry rap

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

Slowly, so therefore i rap

The bummer is the fact that i'm black