This is a song about "Wrestling"

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Attitude they was not really felling

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king