This is a song about "Wwe wrestling"

After he just got out, 15 years to count

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

And getting money is the song i sing

Now i'm lay the smack down, no wrestling

So many blessings while we stressing

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Our children must be taught, of africa

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/

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

You still watch wwe, well here comes the pain,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane