This is a song about "Ringmaster"

Across ya wrist, obnoxious, i'm a boxer, i gotta spit,

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I've got nothin' to worry about

Like a boxer i leave u flat out

My knees on the ground, dear father

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Might win a dollar

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

I'm the mouth of the district, nobody work harder

I'm breathing lines and hooks that jab like boxer,

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Doesn't have to be a boxer,

Impressed with my pimp posture

To move along, it's even harder

Doesn't have to be a boxer,