This is a song about "Fight midgets on meth"

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Tonight i'm gonna make you cry, so come on put up a fight,

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

Don't wonder my hours long and i never tire

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Excuse me miss, fuck your a long coat wrapped around three midgets,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

The fight was on because of me, and with pleasure

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir