This is a song about "I fight"

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

I'm serious now, i would do anything for you even fight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

And made sure that i won just every fight

I heard that statistic i almost cried

I thought told you bitches last night via fist fight

But all i do is fight

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

And if i wasn't just so motherfucking weak i would fight,

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

Now move back over here to the right

So i begin to fight and fight

I didnt see anything except fight

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I told em neva bring a knife to a gun fight