This is a song about "Fighting back"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

I ain't gone judge

Fighting it with courage

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

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

I got a big fear of flying

But im sick of the fighting

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I’m tryna expose the government, we’re fighting them back,