This is a song about "Fighting my own war"

It's like my life is a war,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

My own pace, rocking the beat of my own drummer