This is a song about "Must fix"

All this adds up, and makes a wall, a wall that i must fix to move on with my life,

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Where must i go, who must i know

Turning to ground zero

How about another day i fix this?

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Maybe you shouldn't fix what may not be broken,

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Soon as the bass kicks, i need a fix

I can do a quick fix, but sorry bro, no ticks

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

These rats can fix my handicap

Whether teddy or pat