This is a song about "Fighting the haters and winning"

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

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

And i'm still climbing

But im sick of the fighting

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

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

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning