This is a song about "Battlefield bad company"

Mind void, is that one of a kind bro whos company is often enjoyed,

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

We still miss your company

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Im in company of influences that keep on provoking me.

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

Hard to say if i ever enjoyed the company

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts