This is a song about "Wrestling"

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

So many blessings while we stressing

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

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

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

But he don't rule a thing

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Used to call me the african don dada