This is a song about "Fighting and stabbin"

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Guess they ran out of options

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

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

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone