This is a song about "Boxing ring"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

The fucking tectonic plates or even a gold ring,

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

My stomach hurts so i'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

On a block after a match of boxing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

I'm different and listen stop it with the wedding ring

Straight g thing, double m g thing

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Ring ring ding dong ching chang ching ringa ding dong

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone