This is a song about "Fighting and madness"

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,

Friends in peace, flow along the melodies, sanity and madness see, it stands as blasphemy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

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

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Who doesn't do drugs and no fighting only a few shoves

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

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