This is a song about "Boxing ring"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'll ring your door during lunchtime

I'm just here to have a good time

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

I'm not joking, i think i just snorted my nose ring

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Head for his office when the alarm starts to ring

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring