This is a song about "Laissez fair"

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair

Tell me it’s fair but it’s not

So i took another shot

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

No where but i know you think this rap might not be fair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,