This is a song about "Futile fighting"

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Why not me the same thing

But im sick of the fighting

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Keep fighting , keep believing

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

They just need convincing like malcolm little

When you fight me, that's all crammed 'n' futile

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding