This is a song about "Battle of the bands"

Starter of beef will win the battle you're a sin when you prattle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Battle me i always get the last hit

Don’t battle a bunch of gays.

Slow and steady wins this race