This is a song about "Aint fighting"

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Cause there could never be peace

Fighting vicious like please

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Fighting over the mythical truth

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

‘fore he hit the room, hear a “vroom!” from the porsche bitch

Fighting vicious like please

Inferior, but i'm nice

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge