This is a song about "Pillow fights"

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

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Flip my pillow over and try to fall asleep

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Skinny cracker, i don't get in many fights...

Every time she slept, held the pillow real tight

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

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

I just wanna keep it real

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines