This is a song about "Battle of the bands"

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I write this battle off the head,

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

May just gon' bring hobo back

Your stuff in the last battle was whack

Only true soldiers are thrown into the harshest of battle.

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Fuck the rules of this battle,

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties