This is a song about "Fighting you"

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

Fighting sloppy,you could not knock me,off,you always looking soft,

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And i hope you stand beside me when,down and out but still fighting in,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Fighting vicious like please

Just know that i'm always

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Are you possessed writing or obsessed fighting i digest like biting

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You ain’t rapping you're fighting