This is a song about "I can battle with the pros"

I ain't even in the mood to battle,

She caught up in my love triangle

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

I can already tell this rap battle is his mission,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

So i can go with the flow,

You've seen my flow you no i can compete with the rest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I'll battle ya, dont worry tho, i can be quite a nice guy

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Cause i can spit it fast with the rest of the class.