This is a song about "Boxer"

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

My knees on the ground, dear father

And there's little to be glad for

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

I'm gon do it proper

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

And like a boxer im beat her box,

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her