This is a song about "Wrestling and love"

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love

And theres no one showin me love

But you hate them navel kisses

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

And i know love me baby

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

And my kick game beyond crazy

And you know i love you baby

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

And realized that life's a bitch, and that gives you no love