This is a song about "Get knocked out"

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

My word are weapons, i knocked em out, i set these bitches on fire/

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Get out the way before you get served

These niggas is bothered, these critics be talking

Knocked a blue belt pastor at mass tried to get me to sing

Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Knocked down seven times, and i get up eight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape