This is a song about "Fuckin fightin"

Waiting up for and fightin' for wanna be with

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

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

Kaiser soze, we never see him

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

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

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

I really don't know why you keep on fightin'

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I quit fightin, one more thing.