This is a song about "Fighting homos"

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Neither black nor white

Fighting crime like the, dark knight

Why not me the same thing

You just keep on fighting

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Fighting over the mythical truth