This is a song about "Scripps ranch"

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Maybe you could win the battle or maybe you will coddle the cattle

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

We still got emcees who spread hip hop and i thank 'em,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I don't spit and then stall up

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Licking peoples arses like hes following his cattle, he tends to mutter cus hes got a

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

I wouldn't even call this a battle, it feels like im out here prodding cattle

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Ain't even tryna hold back