This is a song about "Battle field sucks"

And finally, everyone got their own problems

This is what - your style? yeah, well it sucks

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

I could hold you down in a forest or a field

Fire your guns in explorer as it stands as the battle field,

No candy scenes and reeses' pieces, heat's heat, be deceased,

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Womanizing to say the least

I'm always out in the cotton field

Speed up, patience, please cause

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

I been out in the cotton field

No longer with us; he's deceased