This is a song about "Boxer"

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And like a boxer im beat her box,

You pull up in parking lots

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Well, that's what you are

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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