This is a song about "We are fighting dreamers"

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song

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

We not fighting for our country, we fight for greed

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

We be dreamers just tryin at our own missions

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Now we are together

Poke out from behind her

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

What else we are soppused to

It's really not an issue

Are we living or dead bro

Like curses on the radio