This is a song about "Shit talking and fighting"

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I fight this shit and i will keep fighting on,

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

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Infectious like my rhymes, i'm fighting crime, and picking wages

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

For talking shit about the bitch

Supernova is always talking the shit

I'mma sign that work and release that