This is a song about "I don t have a time to fight"

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Until the end of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

But no matter what we have to stand a fight through,

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Papa said that i did not have a mother or a father to spend time with

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Grown to fight with a hopeful light we should have a furious ambition

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight