This is a song about "Wrestling"

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

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

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And put another half a mil in my bank account