This is a song about "Fighting rapping and basketball"

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Going on my own to play some basketball

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Basketball, you are flat

Naked woman rub my back

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards