This is a song about "Fighting back"

I got a big fear of flying

You just keep on fighting

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Fighting over the mythical truth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

I was born to do the damn thing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

But one day we will all come fighting back