This is a song about "Running and fighting"

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

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

Should be harder to find

I was young and running wild,

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I'm the stack over-fun, fast flow and running

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

And i'mma show you how the south was won

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Love my women with high heels and high standards