This is a song about "Fighting dungeons"

Fighting vicious like please

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Fighting over the mythical truth

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Fighting words to people who can't understand em

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

I'd rather do business than pleasure