This is a song about "A wrestler"

I'm a pro your a minor,

All my shit designer

Your careers over, he’s slumped over

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

He been waiting for his connection to come

Influences are a dime a dozen

And i can't help but notice

Spit a poem or a diss

Yup you got a lot a

Just a little nigga

What a bummer, what a drag

When love comes callin', don’t look back

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you