This is a song about "Wrestling dis"

Jus a pawn in dis game,

You're not usin' your brain

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

To come over and try to do dis

Uppity bitches, handling business

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

To dis the opposite then ask if the brother's done