This is a song about "Fight midgets on meth"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Protest and we'll fight and start a riot, and march on,

Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The fight was on because of me, and with pleasure

Come here i’m about to take you higher

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

They're don't lie, steal, fight, kill or cheat on your wife

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Add some meth and that pills

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,