This is a song about "Fighting fh"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me

Fighting over the mythical truth

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Why bother fighting when you feel defeated?

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Fighting words to people who can't understand em

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Keep fighting , keep believing

By god, stop whining

But im sick of the fighting