This is a song about "Fight me bitch"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Yeah fight with me,hate me,insult me,

You coming at me bitch

Now you speaking my language

She calls me crying him and her just got in a fight

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

It's my inspiration to fight a man bigger than me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

When we would fight she said she didn't need me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Fight me you sitting up all night trynna out write me probably

Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city