This is a song about "Heart of the fighter"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Born as a dragon with the heart of a snake

Your heart is as cold as the middle of december

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Like a small garage in your backyard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Will always touch at the apex of you heart instead of rapping like a

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

See, i like the person that you are

Shine brighter than the chain of the strike fighter