This is a song about "Futile fighting"

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

But he don't rule a thing

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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

They just need convincing like malcolm little

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

Fighting it with courage

I feel they praisin too much

Fighting vicious like please

And all my childhood memories

Cos after denial im fighting back man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Fighting vicious like please

Right flows down and they might go nice