This is a song about "Fighting and madness"

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Imma make it rain

Create madness; insane

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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