This is a song about "Dragon king los angeles arm wrestling"

The tragicness of my dragon spit through pen

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Get back before i burn you like a dragon

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And then i rip chunks out of my own arm,

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Spitting fire. a dragon like jake