This is a song about "The fair"

It shoulda been so clear, that love doesn't fight too fair

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Tell me it’s fair but it’s not

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

I'll attest to the test, improve and prove i fight fair

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

No medal here, i'm well aware

Have the rap battle turn into a fight fair

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

But tried to be fair, even at the end,

Bring the battering ram where you live

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Tell me tell me tell me how is this fair,