This is a song about "Boxer"

I'm breathing lines and hooks that jab like boxer,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

And i'm still hurtin over pops

And like a boxer im beat her box,