This is a song about "I m a lover not a fighter"

Playing like friends it, when you know you want a lover

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

// [billie jean is not my lover]

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I'm a musical street fighter

I said i'm hurting her

Stay down ass clowns, you must've, thought i was such a lover

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

And i feared that my fans say i failed

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

And i got the heart of a fighter,

And the food could have been finer