This is a song about "Fair"

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Were barely any fair it seems,

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Bring the battering ram where you live

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Turn the bedroom into a fair

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

While i'm sitting here spitting rhymes you think its not fair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there