This is a song about "Battle of bull run"

I miss the better days

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

And my niggas all the same

Run out of drinks, no complain

Carl agreeing to battle? he must of lost all fucking senses

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

You look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Better than the last stack of bull crap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

We can leave before midnight for sure

Getting fucked by the tenth bull