This is a song about "Running and fighting"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

I was young and running wild,

The glare makes me hard to find

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

And this will be the song that we sing

Really you spent running and hiding

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Love my women with high heels and high standards