This is a song about "Fightin"

Fightin through with our rhymes to the finish line is just the first test

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Fightin for my soul, look in the mirror see my adversary

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Waiting up for and fightin' for wanna be with

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

My talent should take me places i've never been

I really don't know why you keep on fightin'

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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