This is a song about "Knock you out like mike tyson"

Aight santana man...let's do this

To knock you out of your senses

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Polo purple like the dope i'm hittin, knock yo bat out call it batter out

I'll knock you out leavin you asleep on the bleachers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Please stop shouting out before i knock you out and your on the floor fucking

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson,