This is a song about "Brawl"

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Fuck 'em all when i creep 'n crawl they sleep 'n fall so they wanna brawl

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

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

Im ready to brawl and yous stuttering trying to stall

Feds get involved, i’m slipping off into senegal

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

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