This is a song about "Fighting and balling"

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

They bringing me fish and chips

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,