This is a song about "Fighting with soul"

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Now you speaking my language

Fighting it with courage

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Fighting off syncope with a life's regrets under the microscope

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I came with a fucking grim reaper to take your soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole