This is a song about "Crossfire"

Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Acting like you real or something

You are all pawns getting wrecked by the king

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

Fighting over the mythical truth

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

I do it just for kicks, even if i got no strife

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

But im sick of the fighting

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me