This is a song about "A fight"

So you play nice, bow down, don't put up a fight

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

And never get with me again in a fight.

Shitin me right? damn, it could have been a good fight.

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

You brought a knife to a fight

But if i die tonight

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Resturant start a fight

Look, we gone have some fun tonight

Pussy niggas fight for a dame, i fight when the disrespect came.

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain