This is a song about "Fighting dungeons"

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

But im sick of the fighting

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

Beneath the surface in dungeons where they creep in,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Fighting words to people who can't understand em

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans