This is a song about "Fighting with my girl"

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

And that you should beware of a girl with my past.

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I was playing with guns

Haven't been with a girl since/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done