This is a song about "Pain death fight"

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Provoke me, i'll start a fight,

New school, old school outside

And never give up the fight

If you can't handle the fight,

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

You got to have your game tight

But all i do is fight

Them people see my good side

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

And never give up the fight

On that red-eyed kush flight