This is a song about "Wrestling dis"

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

With a note there and im thinking of reading

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

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

We at the top where we belong

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I do dis for my niggas and city

Jus a pawn in dis game,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

To come over and try to do dis

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

And i got them gold bottles, first place