This is a song about "Fighting and balling"

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

I'm doing the same thing

You need to stick to balling

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise