This is a song about "The trenches"

So fuck em' all

From the bench to the ball

The bigger the the fun

Ok i hear you talkin

The water from the past is the same water in the present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

The savage with the statics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Play the game nigga

I bring the heat like the

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Eyes poked out the the raven

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes