This is a song about "Fightin"

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Antihero fightin fire with fire let me light this joint

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Britain be fightin' ask for our help. we come cause we have to but we use the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

Play fable, fightin' like a tin, contempt when they all say "come get me"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money