This is a song about "Gang fights"

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Fly bitch gang we did that

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

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

All of these niggas wanna get in fights

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

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

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Fitting ya without ma gang