This is a song about "Battle wounds"

Bet i'm top in battle/

Ass need a saddle

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Battle wounds through shattered tunes with fractured fuse

Her face was calm, as if the wounds didn’t seal her fate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

You cant come to these altitudes, after that put rubbing alchol on your wounds

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

She caught up in my love triangle

If you're gonna come to battle,

Basketball is my favorite sport

Those are your wounds this is the salt