This is a song about "Battle of chickamauga"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

For once be men, bringing a sword to a battle of the pen

She all that i can handle

If you're gonna come to battle,

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

So be cautious, you can add this battle to one of your losses

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

This bag is from seattle

Fuck the rules of this battle,

These guys are kings of the sea on my map, bee's rise begins the battle royal rap

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

She caught up in my love triangle

Rap is a religious battle,