This is a song about "Fighting with soul"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Fighting it with courage

I'm a lost soul, twisted lyricist with mischief in store

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Pleading with a soul in pieces

And my grandmother dying

But im sick of the fighting

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

So here i am at the store for some chips