This is a song about "Strip bar fights"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Baby, you know who you are

Just listen to this bar,

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

All of these niggas wanna get in fights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

It shows i know a bit

All the ladies just strip

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,