This is a song about "Superman punch"

Bass drop, low end is a gut punch

Man but this ain't no sign language

He's not superman, he's eric bischoff playing the jester

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

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

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

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Kryptonite to superman, he's a dentist to amy

To never back down and take every punch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

My mama smoked so god damn much

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