This is a song about "Arguments and fights"

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

And i'm tired of these whites starting fights cause they can't reach my heights,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

I be stuck to you

Embarazo, and fights too,

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

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head