This is a song about "Fighting and balling"

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

But he don't rule a thing

You need to stick to balling

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise