This is a song about "Futile fighting"

Money ain't a thing

But im sick of the fighting

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Fighting crime like the, dark knight

I got plans tonight

But it's honestly futile if i don't utilize what i do though

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Fighting vicious like please

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Cos after denial im fighting back man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Keep fighting , keep believing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing