This is a song about "Smoking and fighting"

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Us fighting and breaking the vow forever

Everybody watching while you touching real money

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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