This is a song about "Battle ready orphans"

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

Battle ready, mounted steed.

Yeah, ready for whatever

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

God mc oh my god you gotta see

That's why my hands stay ready

Caps half full mine always filled with battle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Plowed forth took a open battle

That’s only if they handle

Everyday is like another battle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

This bag is from seattle

Fuck the rules of this battle,