This is a song about "Fighting pain"

Why bother fighting when you feel defeated?

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

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

Why not me the same thing

Keep fighting , keep believing

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

Fighting vicious like please

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch