This is a song about "You won the fight"

I want to fight the music on this one

This time the grim reaper really won,

And i like my marijuana bright

And made sure that i won just every fight

You ask yourself "do i have the bars to fight this?"

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

You always thought you won

My drive is like no one

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Yea im on the mike im on a hype you wna fight

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Stare into the mic and realize i have just won,

And never give up the fight

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Remember 1964 the liston fight