This is a song about "Boxer rebellion"

Well, that's what you are

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

The dudes with the q's be proper

Might win a dollar

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit