This is a song about "Wrestling"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

All my other people that dance around

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

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

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I'm not threatening, if he start wrestling, then he force me to start menacing/

Is written in our souls, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting