This is a song about "Wrestling"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

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

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

And my only fear's a wedding ring

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

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

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

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw