This is a song about "And fighting"

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

But im sick of the fighting

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing