This is a song about "Middle east fights"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I am caught in the middle

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

All the time with this glock of mines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Do not attempt to interfere

Going to east nexy year

Fresh out the airport

East shore part emcee part sword