This is a song about "Fighting and balling"

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Maybe in the morning

You need to stick to balling

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,