This is a song about "Battles that led up to the declaration of independencer"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

You're influence led to me choosin to play

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Were battles in that section when i was still supposed to rot,

Lamenting how life's new leaves led him to the penitent box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I followed the voice that led down a flight of steps

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Come dawn of battles thedonofwar on's the floor pawned and fragile

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

Pissed that my battles are full of real shit

Your photo is delivering a massive message it says that you can't even rap in the rap battles

That's why in every line i just clever rhyme and every time i fit in syllables,

Cause i can't believe i lost my virginity to you

Ill win the battles, ill leave the sluts for you to woo