This is a song about "Battle of the bands"

You shook my world and it felt apart

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I write this battle off the head,

Kick back and know yo son set

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Learn to go over what you rapping, the point of a battle is to project your thoughts

You gone make me flip then split your shit

Battle me i always get the last hit

We getting money, you can face the facts

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm