This is a song about "Fair graves"

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Begin feeling unknown remorse this just isnt fair.

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Were barely any fair it seems,

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

I see graves with your names on 'em your belongings i'll pawn 'em

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Tell you plain and simple me on the board just isnt fair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

No, not on top but down there

Turn the bedroom into a fair