This is a song about "A fair"

Were barely any fair it seems,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

Solid to fair, ... man i struck again, mucking around in a hammick and, come

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Incredible how you fall for a fair sound, becoming nevermore

Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair