This is a song about "No use of trying to fight"

No recovery in sight, so there was no use to fight.

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Believe me i'm -trying to fight against the system

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

I'm trying to think of a clever rebuttal

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

They say it's no use to help them they won't change

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

And a couple of em use to be friends to me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city