This is a song about "Me and my girl got into a fight"

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page

My head spins and it twirls, until it hurls me into rage.

My calm energy, feel me and fall into sleep,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Than me and my niggas gonna smoke turn ourselfs into zombies

And got her room number, you can find me there

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

So me and my girl get it a fight,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Then me and ur girl be in a mercedes/

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans