This is a song about "Fights"

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

All the time with this glock of mines

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

So she used to get into fights

It ain't fun to be you, you just a wannabe too, losing all of them knife fights,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Fights break out because of the little things

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

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

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes