This is a song about "The second battle of ypres"

The day before is better than the present

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

Second i get in the booth,

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

How bout let me kill the track for a second

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Topic of discussion is eazy gon win this battle,regardless of the fact i'ma leave

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

I battle more hard then the ghost of mozart,

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Cuz the past was a second ago

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

You didn't respond to my battle till the second time i sent it cuz i stomped you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true