This is a song about "Fighting and madness"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

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

Create madness; insane

You just tryin' to run game

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

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