This is a song about "And fighting"

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Why not me the same thing

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

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

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