This is a song about "Paradise fighting"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Can't handle the splice of satan and i, the stage is my paradise

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Keep fighting , keep believing

Secret society all we ask is trust

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

But trust me, it's a beautiful paradise.

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Fighting vicious like please

And all my childhood memories

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

It's like he's in paradise, but you're mind

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

She leave her hair on the floor

Your eyes it's my paradise, your