This is a song about "Fighting slavery"

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Through slavery and doing years of confinement

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

Up in my new two door

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

The door crack, niggas all black

But im sick of the fighting

And i'm still climbing