This is a song about "Turf fights"

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

I only roll with the real

To, whoever fights back, i'll be here,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I used to have night frights, afraid of knife fights,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Drawing knives on the kids from the succotash fights,