This is a song about "Fighting with my possy"

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

And my grandmother dying

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

This is kinda like a game so i brought my cleats, and have fun smiling after i kick in your teeth.

Now people don't even know my true abilities, like a cancer patient fighting through disabilities

My body gets numb when i snap when i'm fighting it's a wrap

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

My uncle is in hospital fighting against cancer

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar