This is a song about "When you can t give up a fight"

When you hear the music give your hips a slight bump,you can be replaced,

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

She was the queen of the club

It's gonna be a fight up

But how can i give this closure when i love you so much?

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

But i can insist when i give them a kiss, they'll tell me "daddy this,

I don't give a damn when you look

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I'll never forget, never forget the night

How you baggin' up white, but won't scrap in a fight?

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

So you play nice, bow down, don't put up a fight