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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4

I"m the designated driver

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And i got the heart of a fighter,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider