This is a song about "Smoking and fighting"

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

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

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

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Never let the game play youand for the fame

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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