This is a song about "Fightin"

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Waiting up for and fightin' for wanna be with

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

And non-nigga friends got it with him

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