This is a song about "Battles rap"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

When i scroll through the current battles going on

Won so many battles i got hella niggas after me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

And that shit gives them more reason, but you rage battles on,

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

These battles won't tear me down, motherfucking baby fights,

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back