This is a song about "Fighting with a friend"

Got it matching though

I got a friend name rocco

Solders holding the tide fighting for a cause

Niggas is working forever my bars

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

It ain't with me you're fighting with but my verbal skill's shadow,

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

My friend took a pic with his complicated trick

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick