This is a song about "Fighting pain"

I ain't gone judge

Fighting it with courage

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

By god, stop whining

But im sick of the fighting

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Fighting vicious like please

No key for release

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I got my wife, so fuck the ring