This is a song about "Middle east fights"

Yea it look official

I am caught in the middle

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Those streets are like frontline warzones like the middle east,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Going to east nexy year

We put a wreath on niggas' career

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I only roll with the real

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,