This is a song about "I m not a fighter"

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

You can know me out you cant keep a fighter down

Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cuz i'm a fighter, my words are flammable,

But dont get it twisted ime a fighter,

You ever paid attention in there? me either