This is a song about "A wrestler"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Spit a poem or a diss

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Never ever pay rent

Its gonna be a a test

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Take a kitkat take a break,

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Just a warning not a threat

Like sally mae on college debt