This is a song about "Fighting war"

That's why you'll find her on the floor

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Fighting vicious like please

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Fighting over the mythical truth

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Fighting it with courage

I ain't gone judge

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war