This is a song about "Fights in scholl"

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

A born starter, in the game for real

These battles won't tear me down, motherfucking baby fights,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Embarazo, and fights too,

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

The one in your nightmares that chum who never fights fare

I can smell it when i go outside

Lights out for fights, do it right

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Fights break out because of the little things

But this ain't physics or rocket science