This is a song about "Running and fighting"

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now i'm rising up and fighting, ain't no guards, fuck protection,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying