This is a song about "And fighting"

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Cause we been off them slave ships

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

But im sick of the fighting

By god, stop whining