This is a song about "Fighting back"

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Keep fighting , keep believing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

But im sick of the fighting

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

The shit that i spit is more

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,