This is a song about "Battle"

Sorry battle gone carl won.

I'm a son of gun

As i light one for ill will

Mouth closed i'll beat you in this battle.

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

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

She caught up in my love triangle

Rap is a religious battle,

That's when this battle begins

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Come battle me you little bitch

Now you speaking my language

And tell me why every battle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Trying to battle me that's unforgivable,