This is a song about "Not fighting"

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

See i let my nigga split that

The fact i shout while i'm fighting crap

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

We not fighting for our country, we fight for greed

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Smoking opium, fighting with an enlightened draconian.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Fighting over the mythical truth

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring