This is a song about "Ultimate fighting championship"

And i don't run counters no more

Couldn't find a thing worth fighting for,

Why not me the same thing

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Im the ultimate ruse double cup boozin, womans panty loosens

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Went to prevent hip-hop's ultimate descent/

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Fight for life, be the ultimate domineer.

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

So i stay moderately buzzed, fighting the urge