This is a song about "Flowers in a battle"

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Step to the plate and get a taste, i'm in battle mode

She all that i can handle

Bet i'm top in battle/

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

I'll take you to hell in this damn battle, here's a brochure.

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Never slowing, always rowing in those waters, growing into flowers

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Turn this wack battle to a massacre im the highlight in this

Rap is a religious battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

In a battle i'm never stressin' when my enemy starts

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Spit nice bars in my head than lose a battle cuz i forget shit