This is a song about "Ngw wrestling"

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

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

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

The fourth one, i like to kick around

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw