This is a song about "Bishop ready"

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm heavy, busy writing rhymes i'm ready

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Wait hold up, now i'm ready

What them tippers don't see

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Last of a dying breed

Battle ready, mounted steed.

Yo, big rob you ready?

Who trill as me, roll two of tree