This is a song about "Boxer named diyar tough and stron"

And i see the same bible named freak in valiente.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And im as tough as a great lion

On the bible you can run

I've got no sorrow, and because i'm tough, my soul's hollow,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

My knees on the ground, dear father

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Nights are still tough and long,

And you ain't doing nothing wrong

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Maybe i'll have a wife, and a beautiful boy named brady/