This is a song about "Street fighter"

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Including fox hill and 27th street

I'm a fighter, a modern day davy crockett

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I'm a musical street fighter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But like em i'm an adapter and fighter

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

I know i said that i'm a fighter

From the back seat, back seat

Yea we hard on the street

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat