This is a song about "Wrestling"

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

They claim it as their own, africa

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

And i never plan on settling

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

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/

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing