This is a song about "Fighting for eq"

But im sick of the fighting

I do the right thing

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Fighting vicious like please

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I really can't under what s the fighting for

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Rapping is an outlet for fighting off the herds

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Now this is what i call an evening

Keep fighting , keep believing

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church