This is a song about "Fight songs"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

And sing songs every stary night

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

I didnt see anything except fight

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Oldest nation on this earth

And getting songs signed by minors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

They use violence but i murder with my songs

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course