This is a song about "A wrestler called dean ambrose"

4-3... yea, remember that please

By a gang called the police

That y'all can start a crew called the truckers!

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

That they made a new genre for you called hop hip

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

That is called being a problem setter

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that