I love to watch Gervonta Davis swing his way out of poverty and lack that boys from the city of Baltimore he knows what time it is it's always 12 O Clock on his watch he's not backing down he ain't gone settle for less he wants more you can see it in his stance his opponent can feel it in his hands like Claressa fist of steel looks to kill Shields over in her corner drinking clean water about to knock the f*** out of someone's daughter it's hard to beat the beaten "ain't it" you can't break the broken "can you" Tyson making a comeback to smack the lights out again it's in the melanin if I was a professional fighter I would let out all this aggression in the ring and not get in trouble too, man anybody can get it family too ain't nothin I wouldn't do in that arena I'd be the devil I'll bout my sister and knock my cousin out and that brother of mine who I been feuding with since I left the house I'll knock his teeth out "he left a bitter taste in my mouth" and as for niece and nephew I'll box their jaws too sometimes writing it ain't enough and talking ain't saying sh** I just wanna shut up and punch something yeah I got problems for real I got a father who broke his own rib and I wanted to break his face I try to add and subtract but they keep changing the math wondering why I keep going mad on a pad with a pen pinning a foe to a mat in a cage match and will not stop trying to escape over the top