This is a song about "Black street fighter"

And then along came the wrong man for her

On the mic i fight till death i'm a sick fighter

Top dropped down, black on black

Ain't even tryna hold back

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

A fighter in this game im never tired

Now we all in the street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

You can't beat me cause i'm unstoppable like the jackie chan kung fu fighter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her