This is a song about "Wrestling"

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

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Bun b, i’m underground king

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

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

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