This is a song about "Belmont fair brats and parade"

Tell you plain and simple me on the board just isnt fair

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

We all drop the ef like its on parade

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I am aware of her fair flare, and that bare skin ready to ensnare

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Turn the bedroom into a fair

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair