This is a song about "Boxer rebbellion"

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

And there's little to be glad for

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Took the van, went snatch her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

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