This is a song about "Throat punching"

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Posting uploads, going cut throat

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Cain and able/back to back/ throat to throat/

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

I fucking hate this job

My breath escapes up out my throat

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Punching above your weight you absolute reprobate

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait