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

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

When my days are numbered and i got nothing to whine about/

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

Must be something you want me to see

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Ok no preps were getting better how about the greaser noooo because they

But, tomorrow's uncertainty promotes the urgency in this shit i'mma say

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

It's fucked up how quickly we can forget about it, too/

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

That's why you cautious when i approached youbeen talking since you arrived, but not a word is spoken

Definition of perfect/ nothing to worry about but mostly afraid of getting broken