This is a song about "Fighting two fights"

Cause we been off them slave ships

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Read the dictionary so i understand my fights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

In my life ive seen plenty of death and fights

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Cause right now i got my little boy crying