This is a song about "Wrestling fans"

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

They ain’t rappers; they’re a rapper’s fans/

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

And i never plan on settling

Something worth dying for

My bars are bringing fans closer

I got money my crew and all the fans

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Hoes be talking stupid when i know they really fans

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

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

Trying to please my family, friends and fans

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance