This is a song about "Fuckin fightin"

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

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Fuckin myopic bitch

On this mic i turn satan, rappers fightin to break the horns

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records