This is a song about "Tyson"

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

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

Spending her time with him i guess

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Feeling like tyson got me in the stomach and i got knocked down.

Something wicked this way come

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

I bite harder than tyson, fakes who suck more than tyson

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun