This is a song about "Fighting homos"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

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

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

I got a big fear of flying

But im sick of the fighting

Inferior, but i'm nice

Fighting vicious like please

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe