This is a song about "Fighting and running"

If i could have 25 wives

And i got 'em running miles,

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

Really you spent running and hiding

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk