This is a song about "Pillow fights"

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

But reality shows ain't real

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights

So she used to get into fights

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

I used to have night frights, afraid of knife fights,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Flip my pillow over and try to fall asleep

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

Fights break out because of the little things

The battle ain't over till the black man sings