This is a song about "Fighting and stabbin"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

And here's the fact that i'm fighting back using music to expose your ass

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

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

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

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