This is a song about "Fighting for survival"

They think they are fighting for religion but its wealth for what they fought....

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Hurt the weakest it's survival of the fittest

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

Summer time, different shore

You just keep on fighting

I do the right thing

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

They bringing me fish and chips

You all niggas ain't even on my level

But most if them don't dictate our survival

But im sick of the fighting

I got a big fear of flying

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit