This is a song about "Battle of the bands"

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Topic of discussion is eazy gon win this battle,regardless of the fact i'ma leave

Battle me i always get the last hit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Fuck the rules of this battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Not that we don't like the confrontation or the battle.

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands