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

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

I'm a musical street fighter

When it comes to spitting that fire

I"m the designated driver

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

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