This is a song about "Brawl"

If this battle was a brawl i'd go to the liver like you ordered take out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

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

Thinking of bliss and the good days

A big brawl, kill you anyplace,

My dad gives a brawl, sayin i gotta have good mentals, rap'll make me unknown//

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

End up with stds then you wanna start to brawl

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees