This is a song about "Battlefield"

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Superdome's the #battlefield, call this shit jordin sparks,

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

That it's over, you'll go through wars at a battlefield

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

On a battlefield of blood and distaste,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Have a mindset of a king, turn everything into a battlefield

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.