This is a song about "Not fair"

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

But it's not fair that they won't have you as a grandmother.

When i battle i don't fight fair,

And never should you tear

O. trice always rep his block

Tell me it’s fair but it’s not

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

While i'm sitting here spitting rhymes you think its not fair

And got her room number, you can find me there

Always arguments about shit that wasn't fair