This is a song about "Becoming a fighter"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

You wanna make me mad? i'm a crime fighter line writer,

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Just gotta be a fighter with no styles that bore

Realitys a nightmare an life doesnt seem fare its becoming a scare,

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

I spend hours a day becoming a hip hop nerd,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

And i got the heart of a fighter,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm a born fighter, sworn to nothing but a lighter/

I'm a musical street fighter

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process.