This is a song about "Fighting and running"

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

I was young and running wild,

Good help is hard to find

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

And i got 'em running miles,

If i could have 25 wives

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

Really you spent running and hiding

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string