This is a song about "Fight till you drop"

This is the part where we run hip hop

Caught and locked, over my yacht you drop.

Imma ball till i drop

I fucking hate this job

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

Now everybody put your hands up high

I'm gonna fight till i win or die

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Said you want a water fight?

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

So i throw a couple more bars till his fucking knees drop

And plus you know i won’t stop ‘till the day that i drop,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop