This is a song about "Winning a fight"

I don't stand a chance or even remotely put up a fight."

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

You think of winning bitch that's just a hologram

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

Prefer cuddling to a fight

And i was the light

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

It's gonna be a fight up

Say you don’t do what

Not a week goes by without a fight

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I can smell it when i go outside

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