This is a song about "Wrestler aj lee"

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

A military mind mean money

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute