This is a song about "Let s have a fught"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

But i can only love you when you undressed

S on my chest like a superman vest

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Words not knowing a word you said. let bygones be bygones, have alotta hate

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Seems like there s a killer on the scene

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce

It's not making sense to you right now but

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

You have been begging for a pair of 110s

Carefree i don’t need the stress

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

Im trying to have a good saint patricks day, im sippin 40s,