This is a song about "Tyson kidd"

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

No kidd in they lack balls to score; they need to work with nets!

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Call me malcolm sex or tyson

My drive is like no one

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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