This is a song about "Dog fights"

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

So she used to get into fights

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Her heart fights it but her pussy obsessed

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

See what i was taught

Where are you gonna go, dog

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I walk with steel knights,just to avoid street fights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines