This is a song about "Im a fighter"

Shine brighter than the chain of the strike fighter

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'm a fighter, and then some, you're a fido, no pants on

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

And then along came the wrong man for her

Im telling you imma street fighter,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Im a street fighter and you just a battle borg

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Maybe im drinker, maybe im a smoker

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

You must flow like a king, rhyme like a fighter, know what i mean, i hope i'm being a guider