This is a song about "Fuckin fightin"

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Fightin through with our rhymes to the finish line is just the first test

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Waiting up for and fightin' for wanna be with

Im straight up writing, straight up fightin, im loud like thunder but quick like lightin, im in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I know its to hard to try fightin back

Britain be fightin' ask for our help. we come cause we have to but we use the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Fuckin everyone, and fuckin everything

Now this is what i call an evening