This is a song about "Turf fights"

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

She got toe but im not talking turf,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

So she used to get into fights

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Fights break out because of the little things