This is a song about "About us fighting the germans"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

#smelly to the #feet, #fleet, #fighting to #defeat

But im sick of the fighting

And i'm still climbing

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Once i get to last period the teacher talks to us about life skills

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets