This is a song about "Ultimate fighting championship"

The championship is still mine

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Went to prevent hip-hop's ultimate descent/

Keep fighting , keep believing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Even in your final act, such an ultimate crime, they have faith in you, a sound belief,

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Fighting over the mythical truth

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Fighting crews arrive running right rampant

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

But she's not fighting internally, vengeance

You just keep on fighting

And i'm still climbing