This is a song about "Robot fighting"

I am spitting rhymes out like i am a type of robot

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Why not me the same thing

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Fighting over the mythical truth

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

And my only fear's a wedding ring

We can make more, make babies

Fighting vicious like please

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Bitch, you're sounding monotone, workin' like a robot,