This is a song about "Wrestling icon"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

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

An ironic icon tryin to turn my mic on.

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Our nation have to bow, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

And this will be the song that we sing

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling