This is a song about "Brawl"

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

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

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

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Im ready to brawl and yous stuttering trying to stall

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

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

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

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