This is a song about "Paradise fighting"

They all hoppin you end up in paradise living a normal life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

And stereotypes just makes your life #roll till you find #paradise,

'cuz tomorrow night i might not be here, so i'll find my #paradise,

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And different view of the world that surpassed, paradise.

Yas fuckin sit there and laugh like yas are in paradise

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Fighting crime like the, dark knight

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright