This is a song about "Smoking and fighting"

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Just you and i no smoking no ashtray

And i can't even look the other way

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

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