This is a song about "Mud wrestling"

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

No don't do wrestling go won't to heckling

Me and my lil' thug gotta it from the mud

With such an ugly picture in it and

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

A legend have to bow, africa

He can't even pull his dick out the mud, so cut the crap. i shouldn't have to

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Around a bonfire, buried the gun in the mud like i was taught to,

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I'm not threatening, if he start wrestling, then he force me to start menacing/