This is a song about "Wrestling"

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Is written in our souls, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

But i apologize for not walking you around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And getting money is the song i sing

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

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