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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

Trying to follow dreams of glitz

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i pull up in that candy range

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

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

But i'll keep trying to fight despite this bright light that

Trying to uphold her image of venue

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

No way out, you trying to find out what to do

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Remember to fight for your rights, no backing down