This is a song about "Fighting and hanging out with courtney"

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

And my nuts stay hanging

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

It involves a mighty deity, by the n. n.name, yahweh.

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding