This is a song about "Becoming a fighter"

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I'm becoming a true failure till there's no glass to fill only wishing

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her