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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Are you possessed writing or obsessed fighting i digest like biting

I bling already why the fuck you trynna show off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Why the heck are you doing this

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Who the fuck do you think you are? (maybe echoed)

We forever be real, we'll never fold

But im sick of the fighting

Don't want to be the king

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

You ain’t rapping you're fighting

Watching you bleed were crying were fighting the depressed

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

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