This is a song about "Fighting"

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Fighting over the mythical truth

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Fighting vicious like please

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

And the v12, that's on various trips

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

But he don't rule a thing

But im sick of the fighting