This is a song about "Nhl brawl"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

But i started a fuckin' brawl! i heard justin call.

Then spit it in your face when we brawl

Mirror mirror on the wall

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

And u know my number just give it a call if u wana brawl

End up with stds then you wanna start to brawl

It is not hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

A big brawl, kill you anyplace,

You wanna brawl, go ahead son but you'll be the dead one

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

If this battle was a brawl i'd go to the liver like you ordered take out