This is a song about "Battles"

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

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I see red everywhere,chargin battles like a taurus,

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Still got my nike boots

Constant battles of fools

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks