This is a song about "Wrestling dis"

Dis is the generation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Da inspiration to make dis song.

You were right here all along

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence