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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Im eating m&ms tonight cause i got a sweet tooth that bites

Cuz i'm a fighter, my words are flammable,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds