This is a song about "Fair"

When i battle i don't fight fair,

U got all them drums in there

How nobody's there, its recognition isn't fair,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

I said hey, you right there

Turn the bedroom into a fair

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

And every fair from fair sometime declines,