This is a song about "Getting mad about nothing and how boxing fixed it"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Mad blazing like syphilis and i want everybody to witness it...

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But you ain't getting nothing, if you not prepared to take it

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

He acted all mad about it but really it gave this faggot an erection

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

How would you feel if you're broke and had nothing to lose?

I could flow something about nothing and you wouldn't know

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

My niggas getting mad

Wonder if they take it all back