This is a song about "Fighting and beign real and money"

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

But now invisible cells around your brain

"money and blood don't mix

Size 9 fly kicks

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

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