This is a song about "Fight till the emd"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

I love the way you scream scratch claw and fight

But writing raps is the toughest fight,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

Like that bell the sing before they clock them in a fight,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

Pussy niggas fight for a dame, i fight when the disrespect came.

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

But i fight till i die or win,so i can't leave

And never give up the fight

Halfback toss to right

Remember 1964 the liston fight

My direction good, well-rounded type

I told u i gave up the fight

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight