This is a song about "Fighting you"

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Fighting it with courage

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Like a peruvian kid fighting fo gauchos

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Cause we been off them slave ships