This is a song about "Fighter"

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I've punched more fucking lines than a drunken fighter,

I know i said that i'm a fighter

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And i got the heart of a fighter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Im a street fighter and you just a battle borg

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher