This is a song about "Street fighter"

You can know me out you cant keep a fighter down

I done seen a nigga drop find god and skip town

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

But dont get it twisted ime a fighter,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And i just want to hold her

I'm a musical street fighter

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Including fox hill and 27th street

Me and my peeps often meet

While i’m walking down the street