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

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

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

There's something not right and it needs to be fixed,

That's the shit that we address, admire how we talk about it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

How about i just get right to it

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

How does it feel getting beat by paper and scissors?

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

How you rate music that thugs with nothing relate to it