This is a song about "Fighting words"

I got a big fear of flying

You just keep on fighting

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Fighting over the mythical truth

And how it feels to feel that feeling

Keep fighting , keep believing

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

But im sick of the fighting

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

Good love then i can do that for her

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing