This is a song about "Duty my fight"

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

I got no wordplay, cus my words like to fight.

My insight's beyond the twilight so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

You can fight me and tear me down, but my legacy remains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

So much for being on duty cops, hah!

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

It's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,

I try with all my might to hold it back, cause i don't wanna fight/

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried