This is a song about "Your telling him to fight me"

This shit gives me confidence to fight whats in fronta me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

To have your love ill do nothing but fight,

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I'm just telling you on sight what it seems to me

Telling me not to give up when i knew when they'll cry

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Let me rideuntil i get free

My parents keep telling me

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Your telling me how to write boy i'm glad you can count,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You telling me to “stay off” is basically treason

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase