This is a song about "Fighting"

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Don't want to be the king

You ain’t rapping you're fighting