This is a song about "Boxer"

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

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

When i'm blown i can work proper

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And like a boxer im beat her box,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

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

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Ya'll wife and white knight her