This is a song about "Fighting and running"

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Been spending most our lives

And i got 'em running miles,

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Really you spent running and hiding

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing