This is a song about "Why the fuck are you fighting"

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Watching you bleed were crying were fighting the depressed

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

I am dazed tranna figure what the fuck you are tranna write.

So why the fuck do you think i dwell,

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

What the fuck are you thinkin

Hmmm where should i begin

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

What the fuck why you come back oh wait you never left, you thought we