This is a song about "Wrestling"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Bun b, i’m underground king

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

To liberate yourselves, africa

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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