This is a song about "Fighting the world"

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope

But im sick of the fighting

In my drawsring, ring, ring

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

See i let my nigga split that

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Fighting like some kinda u.f.o sighting...stir up the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga