This is a song about "Rap battles"

Like no remorse shown in my battles, i'm mentally unbalanced

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

And ya i got 16/17 voted in ma battles

Amen, they say you only live once

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I see red everywhere,chargin battles like a taurus,

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

Had cyphers and battles on the block, random kids passin' by mockin'//

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Don always loses his battles- it has to be be bad luck

I win battles like the bison

When they here today what you say to them

I style on new york, pile up my fork

So say goodbye 'cause the battles lost