This is a song about "Army wrestling gay orgy"

Because what you spit is gay,

But keep them cigarettes away

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Look it something they can't ever see

I was born to do the damn thing

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

And i be on the block all day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

I'm not threatening, if he start wrestling, then he force me to start menacing/