This is a song about "Fight worthy"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Were running wild tonight

So i begin to fight and fight

My lyrics are worthy enough for a big time show,

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

I don't wanna lose any fight

And if i want to go outside

I need a whip that's imported, and probably worthy of forza

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Coppers think it's worthy of lady gaga gettin' dirty with a monster and a mobster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

But all i do is fight

Me and you i think we should ride

It's no wonder that my wordiness doesn't deserve the term worthy... yet

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head