This is a song about "Arguments and fights"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

I got a trife life of these strife fights and bright lights, and you ain't even know it

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I dislike the stress /never got in to fights and bled

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I sit and i write pickin' fights with the lights

I walk with steel knights,just to avoid street fights

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights