This is a song about "Fitness and fighting"

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Dope phonics were fearless with lyrical fitness

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Boosting mental fitness and i finally figure