This is a song about "Fighting with my possy"

And getting money is the song i sing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I began rapping writing my life journey and how i was fighting life's cruelty,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

While scheming on hits

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Keep fighting , keep believing

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

Steady job providing the necessitys for my family think any differently rest in peace

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow