This is a song about "Big nigga brawl"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

You wanna brawl, go ahead son but you'll be the dead one

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Im ready to brawl and yous stuttering trying to stall

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

But i started a fuckin' brawl! i heard justin call.

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

You tryna sound like a nigga who's a big fuckin star

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

These joints here not found at the mall

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl