This is a song about "Group fights"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

All of these niggas wanna get in fights

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm offended that i'm in group e

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

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

Kcb, up and coming rap group

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie