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

But im sick of the fighting

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Why the heck are you doing this

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

So why the fuck do you think i dwell,

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

That's why i'm representing for the 'hood, and i'm fighting strong,

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Watching you bleed were crying were fighting the depressed

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Bun b, i’m underground king

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace