This is a song about "Fight my batlles"

I got no wordplay, cus my words like to fight.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

So me and my girl get it a fight,

Three times cause fate had my side

My fight against bitches began, and i started to attack/

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

It's optimal to just let me battle my fight.

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

Then we get into a fight where i almost lost my sight,

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Cause of all my white hair, life doesn't fight fair

Ready to fight, i rollup my sleeves

I'm why baby mommas leave

I try with all my might to hold it back, cause i don't wanna fight/

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right