This is a song about "Lone fighter"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Anything is possible, no matter how tall or how much the fighter weighs!

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Straight to my lane nevermind a waiterlike lone ranger

Whip, plane, motions own

That we are not a lone

A lone armed soldier on a mission/

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And i got the heart of a fighter,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

But dont get it twisted ime a fighter,

I'm a musical street fighter

She should have invited her