This is a song about "Fighting mic"

Remember my guns like a mic,

Small, but you talkin' big

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

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

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Im always killin in the mic,

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

But im sick of the fighting

I'm the sushi king

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Fighting vicious like please

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one