This is a song about "Im a fighter"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Activist i'm a fighter i'm a writer

And i got the heart of a fighter,

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I know i said that i'm a fighter

Said when i do dirt wit her

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I'm in a supersonic fighter plane as a gunner/

But dont get it twisted ime a fighter,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And that i spent the night with her

I'm a musical street fighter

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton