This is a song about "Battle of bull run"

This towns full of bull shit

You ain't gon find that

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

You, you, you have to pay for that

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Battle ten of ya bitc*es and come out just fine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

An arena of alternative atmospheres’ run amok

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Number of victims run off the page/

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

After this battle i’ll put you out of your misery,

Give players plenty space

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.