This is a song about "And fighting"

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

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

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

And here's the fact that i'm fighting back using music to expose your ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But im sick of the fighting

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing