This is a song about "Fighting midgets"

You just keep on fighting

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

I was born to do the damn thing

Keep fighting , keep believing

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Using midgets as gimmicks. she got a lot of game, she don't need a name to acclaim

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Flip the beat just like gymnasts you come up short similar to midgets

Girls say everything that i write smooth

Fighting over the mythical truth