This is a song about "Fighting mic"

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Im always killin in the mic,

I'm doing the same thing

But im sick of the fighting

Fighting over the mythical truth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Small, but you talkin' big

Remember my guns like a mic,

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Keep fighting these demons who keep haunting me