This is a song about "Lyndon bradley"

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Told j-dot, when you get on that battle field, you're ready to win or lose.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I embrace these statements beyond the place of a plain voter

Our history that they stole, africa

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

She takin shots after all isnt love a battle field

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Reminiscent of hova feminists hover around me 'cause i kill women with a lawn mower/

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Meet me at the battle field maybe we could solve em