This is a song about "I ll knock you out"

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

Hit you with one strike, knock stars out your stripes 'cause your still what i don't like

I''ll serve you like a waiter even if we go paperless

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

You ll still be a prize winner

And that i spent the night with her

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Black fours red drop head doors