This is a song about "Fighting and running"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

And i got 'em running miles,

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Oppose the one poisoning the minds - they lying

Resented by the game like i'm pete rose in this bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love